The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 383 - 384: Marrying Too Many Wives Is Not Good

In the kitchen of the Dragon Court Residence Complex, Aaron Faber and Aiden Howard, having just arrived from Abyanabad, found their jaws nearly on the floor. They were staring at the Sixth Master, who was bustling about in an apron, spoon in hand.

Both men had seen their share of tempests in life, but this scene left them utterly dumbfounded. Is that man cooking really the Sixth Master?

This sight is too subversive.

The Sixth Master should be holding a gun! Or at the very least, a dagger... But holding a spoon? Their Sixth Master... It was more than they could process.

"Si-Sixth Master?"

"Is everything alright in Abyanabad?" Adrian Desmond asked.

"All is well in Abyanabad. ... Sixth Master, when did you learn to cook?"

Aaron Faber found it quite amusing. A man who usually wields knives and guns has picked up a spoon! If their underworld contacts knew about this, what would become of the Sixth Master’s prestige?

"Yeah, Sixth Master, when did you learn to cook?" Aiden Howard recovered, blinked, then chuckled. "...All I know is that in Abyanabad, only women cook..."

A spoon came flying straight at Aiden Howard’s face. Aiden, usually quick and agile, failed to dodge and was hit squarely.

"Aiden, pick up that spoon, wash it clean, and hand it to me!" Adrian Desmond ordered.

"Sixth Master, I’ve never done anything like this!"

"If you don’t know how, then learn! If you can’t learn, I’ll chop off your hands!"

The Sixth Master had issued his command. Aaron Faber watched Aiden Howard’s predicament with amusement, but his gloating was short-lived as Adrian Desmond assigned Aaron a task as well: washing vegetables.

When Sienna Johnson returned with Curly, she found three grown men crammed into the kitchen. Water puddled on the floor, and the countertops were a mess.

"Daddy, I’m back." Spotting two unfamiliar uncles, Curly narrowed her eyes slightly, her expression identical to Adrian Desmond’s.

Aaron Faber pushed up his glasses and smiled at Curly. "You must be Curly, right? My name is Aaron Faber. You can call me Uncle Aaron."

"Uncle Aaron," Curly called out obediently.

"Such a good girl." Aaron Faber looked at Curly, then turned to Adrian Desmond. "Sixth Master, your daughter is stunning, much more beautiful than Dan Taylor’s daughters."

"Dan Taylor’s daughters are hideous. How can they even compare to our Curly?" Adrian Desmond glanced at his beautiful daughter, his expression quite smug. Our daughter inherited all the best features from me and Sienna Johnson.

"Exactly, they can’t compare. Even all three of them together don’t measure up," Aaron agreed.

Dan Taylor had married nine wives and fathered three daughters, each uglier than the last. He was constantly worried his daughters would never marry. His eldest daughter had even taken a shine to young George, frequently visiting George’s house, scaring young George so much that he avoided his own home, constantly fleeing to his grandfather’s house.

Aiden Howard also smiled at the little beauty. No wonder she had George utterly captivated, to the point where he kept pestering to come to Sileria City. So young and already so beautiful; of course, he had to stake his claim early. Otherwise, what if she ran off when she grew up?

"Marrying too many wives isn’t a good thing. Dan Taylor married so many, and his potency was diluted. Consequently, his daughters are, one after another, of poor quality. The Sixth Master’s potency, however, was concentrated, which is why he produced such a beautiful little girl. I’ve decided I’ll only marry one wife in the future; that’s the way to have beautiful daughters!" Aiden Howard analyzed the secret to siring beautiful daughters, his reasoning quite sound.

Adrian Desmond pondered this. That makes sense.

He was devoted to Sienna Johnson, his only woman; his potency was entirely focused on her. Naturally, Curly turned out exceptionally fine. Indeed, it’s not good to have too many wives, he concluded.

Sienna Johnson listened to their discussion, wishing she could cover her daughter’s ears. These coarse men! They don’t consider children at all when they speak!

"Curly, my name is Aiden Howard. You can call me Uncle Aiden."

Aiden Howard exuded a murderous aura. Curly stared at him, motionless. Sienna Johnson walked over and placed a hand on Curly’s shoulder, surprised to find her little body rigid.

"Madam, long time no see..." Aaron Faber greeted Sienna Johnson, who was, as always, a beautiful woman.

Sienna Johnson recognized Aaron Faber and returned his smile. "Yes, it has been a while."

Seeing these familiar faces, Sienna Johnson couldn’t help but recall their time on the island. A wave of unease washed over her. Their arrival is a reminder that Adrian Desmond isn’t just my husband and Curly’s father; he’s also the man respectfully known as the ’Sixth Master.’

"Go keep your friends company. I’ll cook..." Sienna Johnson took an apron and put it on.

"I’m almost done," Adrian Desmond said. "Once this carp soup is ready, everything will be finished."

"Where’s Sister Ingrid? Did she take leave?" Ingrid and Kiki usually handled the kitchen chores. Why is Adrian Desmond cooking tonight? Sienna Johnson wondered.

"Sister Ingrid’s son is ill, so she took leave."

Seeing the lady of the house had returned, Aaron Faber tactfully pulled Aiden Howard out of the kitchen, leaving Sienna Johnson and Adrian Desmond alone.

"Did everything go smoothly today?"

"Yes, I sold all of Frederick Pharmaceuticals’ shares today. When the stock market closed this afternoon, their shares had plummeted to seven dollars! Financial analysts predict that Frederick Pharmaceuticals’ stock price will continue to drop tomorrow... If it keeps falling like this, Frederick Pharmaceuticals is headed for bankruptcy..."

Thinking of today’s massive stock market operation, Sienna Johnson felt her blood boil. After suppressing my anger for so long, I can finally unleash it!

"Tomorrow, I will post all the recordings of Sabrina Johnson assaulting a pregnant woman and murdering my father online," Sienna Johnson said excitedly. "I swear, I will make them pay in blood!"

"Good. Give the videos and recordings to Aaron. Let him handle it for you."

"That’s great! I was worried those materials were too sensitive and would be deleted by websites if I tried to post them."

Aaron Faber was a computer expert. With him handling it, not only would the videos and recordings get maximum exposure, but he could also ensure they wouldn’t be taken down.

She wanted everyone to see the true faces of Sabrina Johnson and Frederick Stewart.

"How are you feeling today? Were you tired? Did you finish all the lunch I sent you?"

More than witnessing the Stewart family’s downfall, Adrian Desmond was concerned about Sienna Johnson’s health. After two months of recuperation, Sienna had only just regained her former figure, but the crux of the matter was she had been too thin to begin with. Adrian Desmond felt he still needed to hone his cooking skills. Fatten up my wife, and then, after she’s given birth and fully recovered, I’ll devour her, he schemed.

While Adrian Desmond was absorbed in his grand plan to "fatten up and devour," Sienna Johnson was focused on her strategy against Sabrina Johnson and Frederick Stewart.

"Mom, look! Uncle Aaron gave me a Barbie robot! She can even dance! It’s so cool!" Curly ran in, clutching a robot Barbie Doll, excitedly showing off her new treasure.