Chapter 857: Chapter 861: Would You Call Yourself an "Experienced Driver"? (2)

"What if she lifts it up just in time?" Adrian Desmond was still unwilling to give up.

"That just proves she’s a ’seasoned driver,’ a habitual action!"

The two were conversing in Orientan, so Sienna Johnson felt no psychological burden discussing such explosive topics.

Love all around, everyone’s happy!

The lights came back on, and the curtains were drawn open; Sienna Johnson looked at the freshly minted young couple, lost in each other’s eyes, smiling a smile full of meaning.

"You know, this steak is actually pretty good!" After a chef’s meticulous preparation, with the appearance of medium rare, Sienna Johnson chewed and praised.

Adrian Desmond said, "This steak is from local black cows, naturally tastes good!"

Sienna Johnson chuckled, surprised that Adrian had some knowledge about steak! With one bite, he recognized it was from Abyanabad black cows.

"How do you know it’s Abyanabad black cow?" Sienna asked.

"Because I grew up eating these black cows." Adrian spoke passionately in favor of domestic goods, "Black cows are the tastiest beef in the world."

Sienna pursed her lips. As an Orientan, she wasn’t willing to respond to such talk.

Abyanabadians are similar to Kandarians and Raelnians in this aspect; they’re all united, and the best domestic products stay ’Domestic’, only the slightly lesser ones are exported.

Thus, locals have a special reverence for domestic brands, unlike Orientans, who think even a toilet bought in Raelnia is the best.

Everything made in Orienta isn’t as good as those abroad.

Whenever Sienna traveled abroad for business trips, she was often asked to act as a purchasing agent, buying products like milk powder, diapers...

"What are you thinking about?"

"I suddenly thought about Orientans’ mindset of admiring foreign things, where most Orientans believe foreign products are the best, and everything domestic is garbage.

Even medicines aren’t exempt.

When it comes to food like milk powder, I can understand since Orienta has food safety issues, but why even medicine, they admire foreign things?

I just don’t get it. The Pharmaceutical Factory’s ’generic medicine’ has the same composition, what’s the difference, right?

Some seriously ignorant person even mentioned pesticide residue issues... seriously, foreign bugs don’t eat Orienta herbal medicine?"

Sienna vented, especially on the topic of Traditional Medicine, she was unstoppable, Adrian couldn’t interrupt.

"Adrian, don’t you agree?"

"I do!"

Sienna wasn’t pleased, pursed her lips, fixed her gaze on him, Adrian was puzzled, "Did I say something wrong?"

"You didn’t listen to a single word I just said."

"What did you say just now?"

Sienna took a deep breath, "Looks like we’re in the ’seven-year itch’."

The term ’seven-year itch’, Adrian understood.

"No way, my ’interest’ in you has never waned!"

"The first step to the seven-year itch is no longer being interested in each other’s topics..."

Adrian put down his knife and fork, looked seriously at Sienna, and said eerily, "Mrs. Desmond, I think you’re overly experienced in matters between men and women.

Does that make you a ’seasoned driver’?"

A seasoned driver?

A good student indeed, learning and applying it in real life.

"You haven’t answered that question yet, have you? Who did you give your first kiss to? And how many boys, whose hair hadn’t fully grown, did you ’impulsively’ chase?"

Adrian brought up old matters, even after days, still clinging to this topic.

This man is really foolish!

Sometimes, a woman’s silence is an answer.

Of course, her first kiss wasn’t to him, if it was, would she say it so straightforwardly?

Sienna glanced at her watch, "Almost one o’clock, it should be showing up soon." She pulled up the blinds and looked towards the fountain, where Melanie Carpenter had been earlier, but there was no one there.

Sienna was shocked, "Adrian, look, Melanie Carpenter is missing."

Adrian looked over, indeed not seeing Melanie, he asked through the intercom, "Where’s Melanie Carpenter?"

"Sixth Master, I was about to report to you, Melanie Carpenter is heading towards the Muse Building."

The Muse Building was where Sienna Johnson and Adrian Desmond were.

"Melanie Carpenter is headed towards the building we’re in," Adrian told Sienna.

Sienna furrowed her brow, asked, "Has the transaction location changed?"

"Did Melanie Carpenter just take a call?" Adrian asked.

"She did take a call. However, it had interference waves and was only five seconds long before the other party hung up, so we didn’t hear what was said."

"Got it, continue monitoring, don’t let Melanie Carpenter out of your sight."

"Understood!"

"What’s the current situation?" Sienna felt it was mysterious and confusing, like a spy movie.

"Melanie Carpenter won’t get away!"

Sienna wasn’t as calm as Adrian; she always felt something was off, there was even interference waves.

Who was responsible for all the video surveillance this time? It was Aaron Faber. Aaron, the tech guy, could even detect interference waves in his monitoring.

"Adrian, I still feel something’s off."

Sienna twiddled the napkin, folding it into a little mouse.

"Is this your woman’s sixth sense again?" Adrian’s words carried a hint of jest.

Sienna tossed the folded mouse at Adrian’s face, defiantly said, "Don’t underestimate a woman’s sixth sense, okay? When men cheat, a woman’s sixth sense is usually spot-on."

Adrian caught the chubby little mouse, poked its plump belly, and said, "Just wait, as a hunter, you must learn to be patient!"

"I fear it’ll all be in vain..."

The words hadn’t finished, as Sienna’s gaze inadvertently turned to the restaurant entrance, her expression changed...

What’s happening?