The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 477 - 478: Police at the Door

Sienna Johnson explained, "I know that Russell Austin is very calculating. When he was talking to me, he kept trying to gain my sympathy. I admit, I do sympathize with them and want to help them out."

Adrian Desmond did not deny Sienna’s thoughts. He said, "Good people or bad, as long as they are used well, they can be useful chess pieces. When I spoke to you just now, it wasn’t to say you can’t use that man. I only meant to remind you not to be blinded by his words."

Sienna Johnson laughed, "With Sixth Master here, who would dare deceive me?"

"What are you going to do about that Yvette Harris?"

"I plan to have Lucas Robertson investigate her, see if we can collect evidence of her crimes, and bring her to justice. Prison is too lonely. Sabrina Johnson would feel lonely on her own, so let her biological mother accompany her."

Adrian Desmond said, "That’s fine. That woman is truly... annoying." To think she actually swapped Sienna Johnson and Sabrina Johnson! What nonsense! Her own despicable creation, daring to dream of becoming a young lady of the Johnson Family.

If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price.

So, they can spend the rest of their lives in prison, properly reflecting on their mistakes.

Sienna thought of what Russell Austin had said about Master Leland. "That man, Russell Austin, just told me that Master Leland has gone against our agreement and decided to help Sabrina."

"Oh? Is that so?" Adrian Desmond genuinely hadn’t known about this.

Sienna stared at the pattern on the carpet, her face expressionless. "Master Leland has had a stroke," she said. "If he violates the agreement, we’ll ensure his stroke becomes more severe. He’s so overworked now; it’s hardly conducive to recovery."

"I’ll have Aiden go and check."

"Yes, good."

Adrian Desmond had Aiden Howard investigate Master Leland’s current situation. Aiden, never one to take the usual route, chose to sneak into Cynthia Leland’s room on a dark and windy night.

Cynthia Leland was sleeping soundly. He slipped in through the window, lightened his footsteps, and approached her bedside. He unzipped his pants and then gently pulled off her underwear.

This woman’s alertness is truly abysmal.

Aiden covered her mouth and suddenly pressed down on her.

Cynthia Leland awoke from her sleep to see a pair of sinister eyes. She was shocked. She struggled fiercely, but something pierced her body.

Aiden possessed absolute power, a force Cynthia could not overcome. After struggling for a while, she gave up; she simply couldn’t stop his assault. Cynthia had lived abroad for many years and didn’t particularly care about chastity.

When she was studying abroad, her teachers would even give them condoms so they could protect themselves.

Cynthia relaxed her body and let herself feel the pleasure.

The man was very skilled, and Cynthia, despite everything, found herself enjoying it.

After more than an hour of exertion, the man finally stopped. "If I let you go, can you promise not to scream?"

"Aiden Howard?"

"Miss Leland, you still recognize me?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I missed you," he said ambiguously. Women always fall for this sort of thing, anyway.

Cynthia Leland quite liked Aiden Howard, at least in bed. "If you missed me, why didn’t you call? You have my phone number."

"Sixth Master has given me a lot of work lately, so I haven’t been able to find the time."

Hearing Adrian Desmond’s name from another’s lips, Cynthia felt herself grow moist again. "How’s Sixth Master in bed?"

In the darkness, Aiden laughed. "I’m not a woman. How would I know?"

"Then can you help me out? Let me meet Sixth Master..." She spoke suggestively. Aiden understood: Cynthia wanted him to deliver Sixth Master to her bed.

Aiden got up and lay down beside her on the bed, sneering, "You’ve really got some nerve. Is Sixth Master someone you think you can covet?"

"Heh, what man doesn’t stray? Sienna is pregnant now and must be unable to satisfy him. I refuse to believe Sixth Master doesn’t have other ideas... Even if he doesn’t, his body... Heh heh..."

Aiden lit a cigarette. Cynthia leaned in, took a puff from his hand, and they smoked together, mingling their breaths. "Did I please you just now?"

"Mhm."

"You’ve slept with me so many times for free; you owe me some compensation, right? I don’t have any other wishes. I just want to know how good Sixth Master is in bed."

"How do you want me to help you?"

"It’s simple. You drug Sixth Master, and leave the rest to me..."

Aiden laughed. "You women really do dare to dream, don’t you?"

"What’s wrong with that?"

"I’m laughing because you don’t even realize how you’re going to die!" His expression suddenly turned cold, as if the man who had just been intimate with Cynthia moments ago wasn’t him at all.

Aiden had gotten the information he wanted and vented his frustrations. Feeling refreshed, he decided to leave.

Cynthia Leland hugged him. "Leaving so soon?"

"If I don’t leave, am I supposed to stay and chat with you?"

"Alright, alright. If you don’t want to talk about Sixth Master, we won’t. The day is still young; you’re leaving too early."

"You mean I didn’t satisfy you enough just now?"

"Not enough!"

Aiden’s interest was piqued again...

"Whore, see if I don’t fuck you to death."

"...and aren’t you the one who always ’ends up spent’ inside me?"

The next day, Cynthia Leland woke up to find the man beside her gone. This man was always elusive, but Cynthia paid it no mind.

The room was filled with the lingering scent of their lovemaking.

She stretched languidly, feeling thoroughly refreshed.

KNOCK KNOCK.

Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. Cynthia, caught off guard, was startled and yelled irritably, "What’s all the knocking? It’s early! Don’t you know I’m sleeping?"

"Miss, something’s wrong! There are a lot of police officers here! Master Leland, he..."

"What happened to my dad?" Cynthia Leland was wide awake now.

Cynthia hurriedly got dressed and went out. As soon as she left her room, she heard a commotion.

"What’s all this noise? Don’t you know my dad isn’t well?"

She went downstairs and saw many police officers in the house. Cynthia’s heart lurched. "What are you doing here?"

Master Leland sat in a wheelchair, drooling constantly. Several police officers stood beside him. Her father’s businesses weren’t exactly legitimate. Had the police discovered something?

"Dad..." Cynthia went to her father’s side.

"UGH... UGH..." Master Leland couldn’t speak, only managing unintelligible sounds, and no one knew what he was trying to say.

"Dad, what are you saying?" Cynthia leaned in to listen, but Master Leland’s mumbles were completely unintelligible.

"Dad, what on earth are you trying to say?"