Chapter 222: Chapter 222

"Yes." Curly counted with her chubby little fingers. "Father Kenneth, I like him; my real dad, I also like him; and they both like you. If you marry both of them, then wouldn’t Curly have two daddies to love me?"

"Curly, such mixed-up relationships between men and women are very scary."

Just thinking about that scene was terrifying. She couldn’t handle a man like Adrian Desmond. In that kind of harem, the emperor always dies the most miserably! She didn’t have the fortune to be Empress Wu. She could only manage a man like Kenneth Brown.

"What should I do if I like both daddies?" Curly asked worriedly.

"Curly, people can’t be too greedy!"

Adrian Desmond was brought to an open space. An executioner, his face hidden by a black cloth with only his eyes showing, stood at the other end. Desmond now understood what they intended to do.

They planned to execute him secretly.

"Sienna Johnson, you always say that your country is a society governed by the rule of law. But it seems there is darkness everywhere."

Adrian Desmond looked at the masked executioner, wondering if he could escape death today.

He had faced death countless times in his life and had never been afraid. This time, Desmond feared it; he didn’t want to die.

He had just found Sienna and their daughter, who was still young. He couldn’t die just like that. His prison uniform was soaked with sweat on his back. Desmond quickly calculated how he could escape. He had been unwilling to use violence, but now, in this dire situation, he had no choice but to resort to it.

"Wait!" Suddenly, a man’s shout broke the silence.

It was Walter Klein who hurried over.

Upon seeing Walter, Desmond instantly felt relieved. He had never been so happy to see Walter before.

Walter’s companion was a chubby police officer, seemingly the leader there. After the chubby police officer said something, Desmond was brought over, and his handcuffs and leg irons were removed.

Walter glanced at Desmond but didn’t speak.

The other men who followed also said little. Walter stood beside Desmond, and the group remained extremely silent as they passed through a series of metal gates. Desmond got into a car, and Walter drove it out of the prison.

After leaving the prison, Walter finally spoke, "Sixth Master, are you okay?"

"What did you do to make them release me?"

"I gave the Prison Warden 25 kilograms of gold just now."

The global gold market had recently depreciated, but 25 kilograms of gold were still worth more than five million. No wonder the Prison Warden took such a big risk to let him go.

"Did you find out who was targeting me?" Desmond had many enemies, but he had no clues in Sileria City.

Walter looked troubled but honestly told Desmond, "It was Miss Carpenter and Jule." He didn’t know how to console Desmond after that.

Over the years, Desmond had treated Melanie Carpenter with utmost benevolence, yet she had plotted with Jule to kill him. It was undeniably ruthless.

Desmond’s eyes darkened, and a murderous intent shot from his slightly narrowed eyes. "Why?" Desmond’s thoughts mirrored Walter’s. Over the years, he believed he had treated Melanie and her son generously.

"Sixth Master insists on divorcing Miss Carpenter, but she absolutely refuses. Jule must have said something to her, and that’s when she developed the intent to kill Sixth Master."

"Be more specific!" Desmond sat up straight, adopting a posture of attentive listening.

"Devin Desmond is Sixth Master’s child in name only. Although Sixth Master doesn’t acknowledge him, those who don’t know the truth all assume Devin is his son. Sixth Master proposed a divorce and offered Devin 1.5 million in child support, but Miss Carpenter thought it was too little."

Walter steeled himself and continued, "Jule instigated Miss Carpenter, saying that if Sixth Master died, all his money would belong to Devin."

Desmond sneered. If there had ever been any affection between him and Melanie, she had long since exhausted it over the years with her increasingly extreme actions. He couldn’t communicate with her at all.

"Walter, I think I’ve done enough for Melanie. She’s not only ungrateful but also wants to kill me..." Desmond was deeply hurt by Melanie.

"Sixth Master, you have been more than kind to Miss Carpenter."

Desmond looked at the gray sky outside. The environment in Sileria City wasn’t as good as Abyanabad’s; the sky here was gray and overcast, only occasionally clear with blue skies and white clouds.

"Tell Aaron to use whatever means necessary to dissolve my marriage with Melanie!

Also, have someone tell Jule that I, as his uncle, have supported his son for so many years—that’s more than enough benevolence on my part. Let him take her and the child away." Desmond decided not to indulge Melanie any longer.

If she could act against a man she once loved today, what else wouldn’t she be capable of doing? Her influence had reached as far as Sileria City, so what about Curly and Sienna? Those two were his life, his most cherished treasures; Desmond would never let anyone hurt them.

"Walter, have Yan Wang select some bodyguards from over there—ones with good martial arts skills who can speak Chinese—to secretly protect Curly and Sienna! Remember, protect them secretly; Sienna has quite a temper."

Desmond’s Abyanabad phone rang. It was Melanie Carpenter calling. He hung up immediately and added her to his blacklist.

Desmond’s tolerance and indulgence towards Melanie Carpenter ended at this very moment! If his uncle in heaven wanted to blame him, scold him, or call him ungrateful, then so be it—he would bear it all.

「Eastminster Group, reception room.」

Frederick Stewart, wearing a smoke-gray suit, sat there with an air of elegance, looking deceptively respectable. However, Sienna knew this man’s true nature; she loathed and despised him. She tightly gripped her own hand, barely restraining the urge to stab him.

"Sienna, I never imagined that our two companies would both win the bid this time. This is truly fortunate." Original content can be found at novelꜰire.net

Sienna felt nothing but bad luck.

"Sienna, I believe we will cooperate well this time. In fact, when your Uncle Johnson was still around, our two pharmaceutical companies often collaborated. It’s our generation that has somehow drifted apart." Frederick Stewart smiled charmingly at her.

He had the audacity to mention her father?! Shameless!

"Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory is gradually transforming, shifting from primarily manufacturing medicinal materials to focusing on drug research and development. In recent years, some of the specially formulated drugs developed by Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory’s research team have yielded excellent results..."

"Yes," Sienna interjected, "that’s why our two companies won the bids together. They must have recognized the complementary aspects of our factories."

The recent provincial tender for prescription drugs had been awarded to both Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory and Frederick Pharmaceutical Factory, as the two enterprises already had certain cooperative aspects.