The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 421 - 422: Uncle Aaron’s Beauty in His Arms

「The Johnson Estate」

Milo Leland’s men found the Johnson estate. Looking at the Johnson family’s black gate, they inwardly admired their immense wealth. The Johnson family is truly rich. Property prices in Sileria City were exorbitant, yet the Johnson family owned such a vast estate. Every brick and piece of woodwork looked aged, hinting at a long history and valuable antiques.

After a quick, silent exchange, they decided to use this opportunity to sneak in and steal a few valuables from the Johnson family.

"...How do we get in?"

"Are you stupid? We climb the wall, of course."

The men scouted around the Johnson family’s outer wall, found a suitable spot, and pressed their ears against it, listening intently. Hearing no sounds from within, they formed a human ladder, one man climbing onto another’s shoulders to scale the wall.

"OUCH! Hurry up, I can’t hold on much longer!"

"Just hold on!"

They scrambled over the wall and jumped down. Fortunately, the Johnson family’s wall wasn’t very high, so no one was injured in the landing.

"Quick, no one’s here!"

The men quickly scaled the wall and entered the grounds. They thought their entry was stealthy and unnoticed, but in reality, they had been detected the moment they set foot inside.

Adrian Desmond was always extremely cautious about security, especially in a place where his most cherished people lived. He would never allow for lax safety measures.

Although the Johnson family’s walls appeared low and easy to scale, they were equipped with infrared sensors. Any unauthorized intrusion would immediately trigger an alarm.

Brett Jacobs, startled, checked the Johnson family’s surveillance feed and quickly located the intruders.

Thieves? Brett Jacobs didn’t take them seriously.

He quickly dressed and strode out, only to bump right into Aaron Faber.

"Where are you going so late?"

"Intruders!" Brett Jacobs stated flatly.

"Who?"

"Just a few petty thieves." Brett Jacobs was about to go deal with them when Aaron Faber stopped him.

"Hold on. Let’s see what they’re planning to do first."

Surveillance cameras were everywhere on the Johnson estate, so they weren’t worried about the intruders escaping. The two men went into the Monitor Room. Aaron Faber pulled up the intruders’ location on the large screen. The men were moving furtively and clumsily; they looked like a group of harmless, inept lackeys.

Aaron Faber watched them, curious about their intentions. Suddenly, the figure of a young girl appeared on the screen. She seemed to be looking for something, searching around. Seeing her made Aaron Faber instantly tense.

Samara? Why isn’t she asleep at this hour?

After passing through an archway, Samara Johnson was about to run into the intruders. Aaron Faber didn’t know what these men were capable of. Even though he knew they were just minor crooks, they could still pose a threat to Samara, who had no self-defense skills.

"Brett, keep an eye on them. I’m going out."

Brett Jacobs stopped Aaron Faber, who knew no Martial Arts. "Let me go."

"You stay here. I’ll be fine!"

Aaron Faber’s affection for the Second Miss of the Johnson family, Samara Johnson, was an open secret to everyone but the Johnsons themselves. Unfortunately, Samara was still too young, and Aaron didn’t dare make any advances, afraid he would frighten her. Every day feels so slow, he thought. Just two more years, and Samara Johnson will be sixteen. When Samara Johnson turns sixteen, I’ll confess my feelings to her...

Aaron Faber hurried towards Samara Johnson’s location, not daring to delay for a second. This is a perfect chance for a hero to save the damsel! How could I let Brett Jacobs take it? If Samara falls for him, I’ll regret it forever!

"Moo Moo... Moo Moo, where are you..."

Moo Moo was Samara Johnson’s cat. Because Sienna Johnson was pregnant, all the small pets had been confined to cages. Samara had woken up in the night to use the bathroom and noticed Moo Moo was gone from its cage. Worse, there was blood in the cage. That’s why Samara Johnson had disregarded the darkness and come out to search for Moo Moo.

"Hey, look! A pretty little girl..."

And just like that, they ran into Samara Johnson. Under the moonlight, she wore a white lace nightgown, her long hair braided down her back. She was strikingly beautiful, almost ethereal, and the men stared, captivated.

"Moo Moo..." Samara Johnson called out, then stopped. "Ah... Who are you...?" She was shocked to see strange men in her home, and several of them at that.

"Pretty little lady, don’t be scared. We brothers won’t hurt you." Even in the dim light, Samara Johnson could see the lecherous smirks on their faces. Though sheltered, she wasn’t entirely naive; she knew these intruders were bad news.

"I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything. You should leave my house immediately, or I’ll call the police!" Sister always said, the more dangerous the situation, the calmer you have to be. Though terrified, Samara Johnson forced herself to stay composed.

"We brothers have finally met such a lovely little sister. Naturally, we have to play with our little sister a bit before we leave."

"Little sister, don’t be afraid. Tell your big brothers your name."

The men advanced. Samara Johnson retreated a few steps, then, seeing the situation was dire, turned and fled. Thankfully, having grown up in the Johnson family estate, she knew the grounds intimately.

The Johnson family’s rear garden was designed in the style of a Nature Style Garden, with winding streams, pavilions, and surrounding rockeries. Samara Johnson used her knowledge of this advantageous terrain, deliberately heading for the most rugged areas. For a moment, they couldn’t catch her.

"Little sister, don’t run!"

"Idiot, keep your voice down! You want to attract people?"

One of the thieves had a moment of cleverness. Unfortunately, they didn’t understand the Johnson family’s situation. The rear garden of the Johnson estate was completely deserted late at night; they could shout as loudly as they wanted and likely attract no one.

This was why Samara Johnson hadn’t screamed. Rather than shouting and hoping someone might hear, it was better to run.

Samara Johnson’s heart pounded as if it would leap from her chest. As she passed a rockery, someone suddenly pulled her into an embrace. Startled, she was about to scream when a hand clamped over her mouth.

I’m done for! was her last thought.

"Don’t be afraid, it’s me," Aaron Faber whispered in her ear. He was also very excited; this was the first time they had ever been so close.

Aaron Faber was over six feet tall, while Samara Johnson was just a little over five feet. Holding her, she felt so small and fragile that he dared not embrace her too tightly.

Aaron Faber released her. Samara Johnson, still reeling from the terror, didn’t notice how close they had just been. "Uncle Aaron, there are bad people in our house!"

Uncle Aaron? Aaron Faber’s lips twitched. He did not want to be her uncle!

"We know. They won’t get away."

"No, I have to check on my Sister and Curly..."

As Samara Johnson tried to leave his arms, Aaron Faber instinctively held on. Just a little longer, he thought. Who knows when I’ll get to hold her like this again?

"They’re too dangerous. We can’t go out now. I don’t know any Martial Arts. If we both go out, we’ll be walking right into the lion’s den," Aaron Faber lied.

Sure enough, the inexperienced Samara Johnson believed his lie.

"Uncle Aaron, what do we do now?"