The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 294 - 295: Regaining Memories

"Just with the few of you?" Although drunk and unsteady on his feet, Adrian Desmond, who had crawled out from a pile of corpses, paid them no mind.

If he could be so easily killed, he wouldn’t have survived to this day. The reason he was still alive wasn’t luck, but... strength!

Adrian Desmond threw a punch, a heavy fist swinging through the air, breaking the short man’s nose. "Oh, oh, damn it..." the short man cried out in pain, clutching his profusely bleeding nose.

"Come on! It’s been too long since I’ve stretched my limbs. Let me practice on you! All of you, come at me!" Adrian Desmond laughed arrogantly.

The four robbers were thoroughly enraged. They had never encountered someone so arrogant while being robbed. "Brothers, get him! If we don’t kill him tonight, I’ll take his last name!"

Adrian Desmond laughed. "You want to take my last name? I wouldn’t even be happy about it. I certainly don’t want a grandson as old as you!"

The four men, swinging their knives, rushed forward together. Adrian Desmond swiftly took down two of them and barely dodged another’s blade. Then, grabbing one man’s head, he began to beat him savagely. The sound of bone striking bone was enough to make one’s scalp tingle. The other three men watched in horror as their companion’s nose and mouth gushed blood, a terrifying sight.

They knew then: they had run into a truly tough character tonight.

One of them, starting to have second thoughts, said fearfully, "Brother Silas, maybe we should just retreat?"

Brother Silas couldn’t afford to lose face. "He’s just a drunkard. What are you afraid of?"

The man surveyed their surroundings, his gaze falling on Sienna Johnson, who was sitting on the ground. Flushed from the alcohol, Sienna looked as alluring as a rose, enough to sway any man who saw her.

"You two, figure out a way to hold that man back. I’ll sneak up on the woman. Once we grab her, we run!"

Another man, seeing their companion lying on the ground vomiting blood after the beating, grew timid. "Brother Silas, I think we should give up. That man clearly isn’t easy to deal with. Look at what happened to Harry..."

"That chick is as beautiful as a fairy. Don’t you guys want a taste?"

"But that man..."

"He’s drunk. He can’t last much longer."

Adrian Desmond wasn’t interested in a prolonged fight. Seeing his opponents hesitate and draw back, he went to help Sienna up. Sienna, however, sat there, whimpering, "No, I want to sleep!"

"Be good. Let’s go home to sleep."

"No! I want to sleep right here."

Sienna’s drunken antics were surprisingly cute. Adrian Desmond couldn’t resist leaning down to give her a hard kiss. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his head. Whirling around, he saw that the punks had smashed a brick against his skull.

Adrian Desmond crumpled, blood streaming from the gash on his head, matting half his face. In the eerie moonlight, it looked ghastly. When Sienna saw Adrian Desmond’s blood-streaked face, the alcohol in her system instantly turned to a cold sweat, and she sobered up considerably.

"Adrian, blood... there’s so much blood..."

A man grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet. Sienna’s mind was still foggy; she hadn’t yet processed what was happening. Adrian Desmond, reacting with swift agility, shot up, seized the hand gripping her arm, and squeezed. With a SNAP, the man’s arm broke.

Brother Silas stared in disbelief at his now useless, dangling arm. With his other good hand, he lunged, stabbing at Adrian Desmond. However, Adrian’s attention was fixed on Sienna’s arm. Her fair skin was already turning a bruised purple where she had been grabbed. Even in the dim moonlight, Adrian Desmond noticed it.

This woman was his treasure. He wouldn’t even allow a single strand of her hair to be harmed. Furious at these bastards, Adrian Desmond declared,

"I won’t spare any of you!"

Adrian Desmond grabbed Brother Silas’s head and slammed his own forehead into it. BANG. Brother Silas collapsed, out cold.

Catching movement from the corner of his eye, he saw another man pouncing. Adrian Desmond started to react, but the alcohol made his legs unsteady. As he twisted to dodge the incoming knife, he overextended, and the blade plunged deep into his own thigh. Blood immediately soaked through his pants.

"Adrian! Adrian, Adrian!" Sienna was completely sober now, but utterly panicked, able to do nothing but scream his name.

"Shh, good girl, don’t be afraid. It’s okay, it’s okay..." Adrian Desmond saw her tears, like "golden beans" falling, and gently patted her back with his bloodied hand.

Despite his injuries, the punks watched as Adrian Desmond, seemingly insensate, pulled the knife from his own leg and fiercely stabbed it into the bald young punk’s stomach. He then kicked the downed man.

"What are you crying for? I’m not dead yet!"

"Why don’t you just die then!" Sienna sobbed.

"Are you cursing me?"

"Yes, I am! Why did you come looking for me? Weren’t you supposed to be marrying your Fiancee? Why are you here?" She pummeled his chest with her fists, but to Adrian Desmond, her blows felt like mere tickles.

"You remember?" Adrian Desmond looked at the woman before him in disbelief, a surge of joyous surprise, as if recovering something precious he had lost. "You really remember?"

Sienna nodded fiercely, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. She remembered this bastard. She remembered everything.

She remembered this man imprisoning her on an island.

She remembered this man, knowing full well her terror of snakes, deliberately locking her in a room full of them.

She remembered begging him, humbling herself, pleading with him not to marry Melanie Carpenter, but he had married Melanie Carpenter anyway.

She remembered him publishing the news of his fake divorce from Melanie Carpenter, all a ploy to trick her into returning to him...

She remembered. She remembered it all.

"Haha, that’s wonderful!" Adrian Desmond swept Sienna into his arms and spun her around. Blood gushed from his forehead and thigh, but he seemed utterly oblivious, as if he were a different man entirely, one not injured and bleeding.

The four punks were just laborers who had come to City Center to find work. They had recently gotten hooked on gambling, losing a significant amount of money. Seeing Sienna, who looked wealthy, and also very drunk, they thought they’d found an easy mark. That’s when their malicious intent had surfaced. They never expected the man with her to be so formidable.

The other three men, no longer caring about their brother lying on the ground—stabbed and with his life hanging in the balance—scrambled away in a terrified panic.

"Mai, you finally remember me... I... I’m so happy..."

"Adrian!" Adrian Desmond, still holding Sienna, pitched forward and collapsed. Sienna fell on top of him, the metallic scent of blood filling her nostrils.

"Adrian, wake up!"

Sienna was completely sober now. She scrambled off Adrian Desmond, seeing his blood-covered face and the gash on his leg. Nearby, another man lay unconscious.

Sienna frantically searched for her phone but couldn’t find it. She fumbled in Adrian Desmond’s pockets, found his mobile, but didn’t know the password.

"Damn it!"

Sienna nudged the unconscious Adrian. "Adrian, what’s the password? What’s your phone’s password?"