The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 532 - 533: Becoming Sixth Master’s Disciple

Chapter 532: Chapter 533: Becoming Sixth Master’s Disciple

Adrian Desmond took the car keys and walked out of the hospital, heading to a nearby supermarket to buy cigarettes for Grandpa Briggs. However, he was worried about Sienna Johnson, concerned that the impulsive Briggs family members might hurt her.

The door of the car his bodyguard was in, following close behind, suddenly opened. Aaron Faber stepped out. Adrian glanced over and saw him.

Aaron Faber had some injuries, but they were only minor superficial wounds.

"Sixth Master!"

"Came to see a doctor?"

Adrian Desmond frowned, his gaze tinged with disdain. In the eyes of the hard-boiled Adrian, such minor wounds weren’t worth a trip to the hospital.

"Sixth Master, I want to learn close quarter combat from you!" Aaron Faber said, looking at Adrian Desmond with a serious expression.

Adrian Desmond raised an eyebrow, a flash of surprise in his eyes. He sized up Aaron Faber, noting the multiple bruises on his face. "Weren’t you the one who always looked down on those who only knew how to ’get physical’?"

"Sixth Master, you already know what happened today. I don’t want to explain too much. What happened today, I absolutely will not allow it to happen a second time! That’s why I want to learn close quarter combat. I want to become as strong as you, Sixth Master, so I can protect the woman I love!"

Aaron Faber clenched his fists tightly, speaking through gritted teeth. It seemed today’s events had significantly impacted him, enough to make him willing to learn martial arts.

"Hmm."

Adrian Desmond had advised Aaron Faber to learn martial arts before, but Aaron hadn’t taken it seriously. Now, having learned his lesson the hard way, he understood the importance of high combat strength at times.

"Sixth Master, does that mean you agree?"

Aaron Faber hadn’t expected Adrian Desmond to just walk away after he’d said all that. He had come to ask to be taken as a disciple; hadn’t Adrian understood that?

"Sixth Master..." Aaron Faber chased after him.

"Is there something else?" Adrian Desmond turned to look at Aaron Faber.

"Sixth Master, do you agree to teach me martial arts?"

Adrian Desmond was slightly taken aback. "Why me? Brett Jacobs’s skills are pretty good too... If you just want to handle some petty thugs, any one of my subordinates could be your Master."

Aaron Faber said with a serious face, "I want the best in everything. Learning close quarter combat is no exception! Sixth Master, you’re the best at close quarter combat. Why would I learn from someone inferior to you?"

Behind them, Brett Jacobs, who had excellent hearing, overheard Aaron Faber’s words and nearly got out of the car to beat him up. A man who can’t even handle petty thugs dares to disdain their close quarter combat skills?

"I don’t have time!" Adrian Desmond refused outright.

Adrian Desmond’s Martial Arts were forged in blood and death through actual combat... He entered Death Island at the age of 12, killing opponent after opponent, surviving countless life-or-death battles.

These repeated life-and-death struggles had turned him into a perfect killing machine, something Aaron Faber could never surpass in his lifetime.

"Sixth Master, please teach me Martial Arts!" Aaron Faber blocked Adrian Desmond’s path, looking at him with utmost sincerity. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Adrian Desmond didn’t say much, only stating, "If you want me to take you in, fine. Go kill 15 people to toughen yourself up."

Aaron Faber was stunned. "...Sixth Master, I want to learn close quarter combat only to protect Samara... Besides, why kill people without reason?"

"If it’s just to protect Samara, learning from Brett Jacobs and the others is sufficient. There’s no need to seek me out. I only know how to kill! Every move I make is designed to kill the opponent!"

On Death Island, one day they were comrades; the next second, they were enemies in a fight to the death. If he didn’t kill the other, he would die!

He had to step over the corpses of his comrades to survive!

That’s why he was cold-blooded and ruthless. Once emotions fettered him, his death wouldn’t be far off.

Adrian Desmond looked up at the deep blue sky. Those days on Death Island were like hell. He was someone who had crawled out of hell. His current life felt like a dream...

He had a home now, with a beloved woman and children...

Adrian Desmond walked a few steps, then suddenly stopped, a thought flashing through his mind. First, Alice appeared in Sileria City, then the fake Aiden Howard... Could the person impersonating Aiden Howard be from Death Island?

After all, given Aiden Howard’s skills, no ordinary small-fry could have taken him down!

Who could it be?

Adrian Desmond shivered. If it really was someone from Death Island, then the problem would be extremely troublesome.

「...」

In the hospital room, Sienna Johnson put away the treats and forced a smile for the Briggs family. No matter what, they were relatives, and she didn’t want any conflict with them.

Fortunately, under Pauline Briggs’s protection, the Briggs family didn’t continue to blame Sienna Johnson.

"Adrian’s cooking is getting better and better. That crucian carp and tofu soup has no fishy taste at all."

Only the mother and daughter remained in the room. Sienna Johnson still felt a bit uncomfortable; she still wasn’t used to such moments alone with her mother.

"The doctor said you can go home in a few days. Can you promise me you won’t try to commit suicide again?"

"..."

"Samara was terrified by you. She even said that she has no father anymore, and if you were gone, she’d be an orphan."

"..."

"I don’t understand why you wanted to commit suicide. Everything is better now, isn’t it?"

Pauline Briggs’s eyes dimmed. "I really wanted to go be with Dexter. Right after Dexter passed away, I wanted to join him. But, as you know, I had so many things to worry about back then. I couldn’t let go of you two sisters."

"...If Father were still alive, he would definitely want you to live well too." Sienna Johnson mentioned her father, hoping Pauline Briggs would give up the idea of suicide.

Pauline Briggs’s eyes reddened. Looking at the bright moon outside the window, she said, "Sienna, I truly don’t have the face to go on living. It’s my fault you suffered so much; it’s my fault Dexter died. If I hadn’t been so foolish, so easily manipulated by Sabrina Johnson, you wouldn’t have suffered so much, and Dexter would still be alive..."

Deep guilt constantly tormented her. Now that her two daughters were grown and no longer needed her worry, she only wanted to atone with her death.

"I don’t feel like I suffered. My adoptive parents were very good to me."

"I know, I know everything. In your heart, Rose Collins is your real mother, not me..." Pauline Briggs started crying again. She knew Sienna Johnson disliked seeing her cry, but she couldn’t stop herself.

Sienna Johnson walked over and hugged her, comforting her as she would Curly. "Don’t cry. I stopped blaming you a long time ago, and Dad wouldn’t blame you either."

"I don’t have the face to live."

"Mom, you need to grow up..." Sienna Johnson said.

Pauline Briggs looked bewildered. "What are you trying to say?"