The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 1010 - 966: The Swing in the Bedroom

A master of painting looks at a piece of art that’s at the level of kindergarteners, and this kindergarten-level art comes from a grown man’s hand, one can imagine Sienna Johnson’s mood at this moment.

Sienna Johnson raised her head to look at the bright moon above, covered her mouth with a smile, Adrian Desmond glanced at his painting, then at Sienna Johnson, not understanding what tickled her funny bone.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I finally know why Curly has no talent for painting."

"Why?"

"Bad seed!" Sienna Johnson used Adrian Desmond’s frequently used phrase to mock him.

"What’s bad about the seed? She’s both pretty, smart, and cute... plenty of boys like her. My seed is excellent."

Adrian, protective of his family, couldn’t stand others speaking ill of his daughter. In Adrian Desmond’s mind, his daughter is the most perfect daughter in the entire world.

"No talent for painting."

Adrian Desmond absolutely didn’t acknowledge the existence of bad seeds, arguing confidently, "She’s too perfect, even God would be jealous. So, having a little flaw is a good thing."

Sienna Johnson didn’t say anything, just turned her head to look at him and laughed.

"I asked you to paint for me, you wouldn’t. I painted, and now you laugh at me."

"I didn’t expect Sixth Master to paint like this..."

Adrian Desmond’s painting was childishly drawn, with a melon seed-shaped face, only the sharp chin seemed sharp enough to be used as an awl. The eyes were two black dots, at first glance looking like dead fish eyes, a few sparse hairs on top, which someone unfamiliar might mistake for Curly.

Hands are what truly test a painter’s skill; only highly skilled painters dare to paint hands. However, Adrian Desmond, naive and fearless as a newborn calf, decided to paint hands. If you want to draw hands, draw hands, couldn’t you draw fists? Yet Adrian Desmond decided to draw fingers.

Sienna Johnson spread her hand in front of him, asking, "Adrian Desmond, count how many fingers I have."

"Five!"

"Count again, how many fingers did you draw just now?"

Adrian Desmond picked up the pen and drew another line next to the four fingers, shamelessly saying, "Is this enough now?"

"I’m not bothering with you anymore."

Sienna Johnson got up to leave, Adrian Desmond looked at the mess on the ground and shouted, "Hey, where are you going? It’s not done yet."

"You can finish the rest yourself; I’m going to sleep my beauty sleep."

"Without me, you won’t be able to sleep?"

"Without you, I sleep soundly."

"Go ahead and pretend, I won’t expose you. Tomorrow morning, when you wake up, don’t be in my arms lying down."

Sienna Johnson stopped her steps, turned around to look at him, "I’m going to sleep with my son!"

Adrian Desmond disagreed, refuting, "No way! There are differences between male and female, how can you sleep with your son."

"That’s my son!"

"Even if he’s your son, he’s still a guy, and you’re not!"

Sienna Johnson turned around and briskly left, ignoring Adrian Desmond. If this were usual, Adrian Desmond would have already chased after her, but today he naturally couldn’t chase her.

He promised his daughter to make a swing tonight, and if he didn’t do it well, should Curly cry again tomorrow, Adrian Desmond wouldn’t know how to cope.

Adrian Desmond looked down at his painting, murmuring to himself, "Is it really that bad?"

"..."

"I think it’s quite fun."

Adrian Desmond picked up the pen again and added himself, Curly, and his son holding a milk bottle drinking milk beside "Sienna Johnson."

Only Sixth Master could recognize this painting as their "family portrait."

...

At Eastminster Group during lunch break.

Brett Jacobs couldn’t manage to gather up 750 thousand, so he had no choice but to bravely knock on Sienna Johnson’s door to borrow money. After listening to Brett Jacobs, Sienna Johnson understood the ins and outs of the matter.

Seeing Sienna Johnson hesitant to give a straightforward answer, Brett Jacobs thought Sienna Johnson was unwilling to lend money, assuring,

"Madam, rest assured, I will definitely pay you back."

Sienna Johnson pressed the intercom and said, "Vivian, come to my office."

Brett Jacobs looked at Sienna Johnson in surprise, asking, "Madam, why are you calling her here?"

"Of course, to discuss the matter of borrowing money."

"It’s my own borrowing, having nothing to do with her."

Sienna Johnson crossed both hands on the desk, expression solemn, "You both are married; the 750 thousand you’re borrowing falls under the shared debt during marriage. If you can’t repay it, she would have to repay it for you.

Moreover, this matter was caused by her."

"I have the ability to repay by myself!"

Brett Jacobs knew borrowing money from Sienna Johnson wouldn’t be easy, yet couldn’t understand why she called Vivian Abbey over.

Vivian Abbey was organizing documents, received the call from Sienna Johnson, and immediately came over, seeing Brett Jacobs standing in the office, instantly understanding what was happening.