novelraw Chapter 314 - 315: Those Who Provoked Sixth Master Didn’t End Up Well
Chapter 314 - 315: Those Who Provoked Sixth Master Didn’t End Up Well
Chapter 314: Chapter 315: Those Who Provoked Sixth Master Didn’t End Up Well
"That beautiful girl must be blind. Why would she choose a cripple? I’m way better than that cripple!"
"You must have a crush on her, right? Wake up! That kind of goddess isn’t someone we poor losers can handle."
"I just feel sorry for the beauty. Sigh... beauties always have tragic fates. How could she be ruined by such a cripple?"
The pleasant atmosphere was shattered by the outsiders’ gossip. Sienna Johnson had long been accustomed to such mockery and didn’t take it to heart, but Adrian Desmond couldn’t tolerate the slightest offense. Being called a cripple and told he didn’t deserve her—how could this man endure it?
At that moment, Adrian turned his head, his gaze coldly fixed on the two men speaking. Seeing them staring at Sienna with disrespectful eyes, his anger flared even more intensely.
"Go wait in the car for me; I’ll come find you later," he said to Sienna.
They’re asking for death! He realized he hadn’t killed anyone in years; he might as well kill two for fun.
"Adrian, what are you going to do?"
Adrian ignored Sienna and walked towards the two men. He tried his best to control himself, but his leg still limped, which infuriated him even more.
He and Sienna were the perfect match, and he wouldn’t allow anyone to question it!
Sienna saw Adrian’s stance and knew this man was about to get violent again. She genuinely had a headache. His leg still hadn’t healed precisely because he refused to rest quietly.
If she didn’t intervene and let him go teach those people a lesson, he’d end up back in the hospital today.
"Hey! What do you think you’re doing?" She hurried forward and grabbed his arm.
"Going to the restroom!"
You must be kidding! Sienna thought.
"Your leg is bad. I’ll go with you!"
"No need. I’m not a cripple!" Adrian was very bothered by being called a cripple earlier.
"Since you put it that way, then I won’t feed you anymore, and you don’t need me to help you bathe either." Sienna’s expression darkened, and she began to sulk.
These were all perks Adrian had shamelessly wheedled his way into; how could he forsake them for two nobodies? After a brief thought, Adrian made his choice.
"Well, now that you mention it, my leg does hurt a bit. You can accompany me."
Only then did Sienna’s expression soften. She walked over to support him. "If you can be merciful, do so. They’re just talking; you won’t lose a piece of flesh over it. Why stoop to their level?"
"Yes, Mrs. Desmond is right."
Adrian took out his phone and, while Sienna wasn’t looking, snapped a photo of the two men. Later, in the restroom, Adrian sent their photo to his bodyguard’s phone with the instruction: "Give them a good beating, just don’t kill them!"
The three bodyguards had followed Adrian for many years and were fiercely loyal to him. If Adrian ordered them to kill or commit arson, they wouldn’t even blink.
"It’s just two ordinary people. I can go alone," said Brett Jacobs, who had a square face.
The other two bodyguards nodded in agreement.
Walter Klein asked, "The movie’s over, and Sixth Master will be out soon. What are you going to do?"
"Someone upset Sixth Master. He asked me to ’talk’ to them."
But this "talk" wasn’t with words; it was with hands and feet.
Walter knew exactly what this "talk" meant. Sixth Master’s temper was the same as always—he’d retaliate for the slightest offense and refused to ever be at a disadvantage.
"This isn’t Abyanabad, after all. Be careful. If Madam finds out, Sixth Master will definitely be in trouble. And if Sixth Master is in a bad mood, we’ll all suffer the consequences," Walter advised.
Brett nodded and left.
Sigh, none of them make things easy, Walter thought.
When the movie ended, Sienna helped Adrian walk out with the crowd. Walter hurried to meet them. He was just about to help Adrian when Adrian shot him a cold look, and Walter quickly withdrew his hand.
He was so clueless; he’d almost been an unwanted third wheel.
"Madam, where would you like to go next?" Sienna had the final say here.
"First, take Sixth Master to the hospital!" Sienna said.
"I’m not going!"
For once, Sienna stood her ground and didn’t argue with him. She helped Adrian into the car and told Walter, "Go to the hospital!"
"Home!" Adrian commanded.
Walter was very frustrated. Whose orders should he follow?
After they both spoke, neither said anything more, and the atmosphere grew tense. Walter, usually eloquent, found his mind completely blank, unsure what to say.
After a while, Sienna spoke up, "Take me home!"
"Yes, Madam."
Walter glanced at Adrian in the rearview mirror. Seeing that Adrian didn’t object, he drove towards the Dragon Court Residence Complex.
Sienna had purchased a 45-square-meter duplex in the Dragon Court Residence Complex. Her family had moved in and just settled down. Adrian also owned a place in the Dragon Court Residence Complex, so when Sienna said she wanted to go back there, Adrian didn’t object.
Throughout the journey, the atmosphere in the car was oppressive. Walter, driving in the front, felt extremely tormented. He couldn’t help but step hard on the gas pedal, speeding up, just wanting to get these two difficult masters home.
Halfway there, Adrian suddenly said, "Go to the hospital!"
"Huh?" Walter didn’t react immediately.
Adrian, however, said to Sienna, "Are you satisfied now?"
Sienna wasn’t an unreasonable person. Seeing that Adrian had agreed to go to the hospital, she immediately smiled brightly at him and proactively took his hand. "Can you pick me up after work tomorrow? My friend is having an art exhibition; let’s go see it together."
This was the first time Sienna had taken Adrian to meet her Story. It meant that she had truly accepted him. The unhappiness about going to the hospital also vanished into thin air.
"Do you like paintings?" he asked.
"If I told you my dream used to be becoming a painter, would you believe me?"
"Then why did you study medicine?"
"Because my dad didn’t have a son, and our family owns a Pharmaceutical Factory."
So, as the eldest daughter, she had to shoulder the family responsibilities like an eldest son. Sienna sometimes thought that if her father, Dexter Johnson, had treated her like Pauline Briggs, then the Sienna of today wouldn’t exist. After graduating, she too would have left the Johnson Family and lived her own life.
She hadn’t received maternal love from her mother, but she had received paternal love from her father. What Sienna could do for her father was to carry on the family lineage and ensure the Johnson Family’s business thrived.
Sienna took a black pen and a thick notebook from her bag. She looked at Adrian for a moment, then averted her gaze and began to draw.
Adrian leaned in curiously. With just a few strokes, she sketched the outline, then began to meticulously draw the eyebrows and eyes... As the portrait on the page gradually took form under her hand, Adrian’s eyes lit up.