novelraw Chapter 317 - 318: Sixth Master Gets Called Uncle
Chapter 317 - 318: Sixth Master Gets Called Uncle
Chapter 317: Chapter 318: Sixth Master Gets Called Uncle
At this moment, Adrian Desmond slowly walked over.
Arnold Cooper looked up, his heart tightening slightly. The approaching man’s aura was unexpectedly suffocating. And... he was surprisingly handsome and tall. His sharply defined features made his dark eyes seem even deeper and more serene. This was a man who exuded both elegance and danger.
However... he’s a cripple! When Arnold Cooper saw the man limping slightly with a crutch, his heart immediately settled.
What right did a crippled loser like him have to possess someone as beautiful as Sienna Johnson? She must be young and naive, deceived by this scoundrel!
So, Arnold Cooper looked at Adrian Desmond provocatively, raised his eyebrows, and said, deliberately trying to embarrass him, "Uncle, hello. Are you Sienna’s relative?"
"Uncle?" Adrian Desmond sneered.
"Yes, you look old enough to be Sienna’s uncle..." Arnold Cooper deliberately harped on Adrian Desmond’s age.
Adrian Desmond was six years older than Sienna Johnson. Sienna, with her fair, beautiful skin, was dressed youthfully today, which made Adrian Desmond appear "old" by comparison.
It was the end of the workday, and the company premises were still bustling with people. Sienna Johnson, not wanting Adrian Desmond and Arnold Cooper to cause a scene, tugged at Adrian’s arm. "Let’s go. I skipped lunch, and I’m starving now."
"Sienna, are you hungry? I’ll treat you to a meal. What would you like? Orienta cuisine or Western food?" Arnold Cooper reached out and grabbed Sienna Johnson’s arm. The smoothness of her skin under his touch made him falter for a moment.
Adrian Desmond sneered faintly. Before turning to leave, he shot a look at Arnold Cooper—who was clearly courting death—then effortlessly pulled Sienna Johnson from Arnold’s grasp. Lowering his head, he said to her, "Let’s go."
"Okay, good." Sienna Johnson was only too glad to escape.
Seeing himself so blatantly disregarded, Arnold Cooper frowned. Young men like him, whose lives had been too smooth, knew nothing of frustration or the sting of unattainable desires. He stretched out an arm, blocking their path.
"Sienna, I’ve liked you for a long time! Please, give me a fair chance. I believe I can bring you more happiness than this... this disabled man!"
Sienna Johnson felt Adrian Desmond, the man beside her, stiffen at the word "disabled."
Sienna Johnson hadn’t expected Arnold Cooper to say such a thing. "Stop it!" she snapped, her voice sharp with anger. "He’s my boyfriend! He was injured in an accident recently, that’s all. His leg will be completely healed soon. What right do you have to call my boyfriend a cripple?"
Adrian Desmond was already thoroughly annoyed at being called disabled, but hearing Sienna Johnson repeatedly call him her "boyfriend" was surprisingly comforting. This was the first time Adrian Desmond had been acknowledged as her boyfriend, and in front of so many people. For once, he suppressed his rising anger.
Sienna Johnson didn’t like it when he resorted to violence, so he naturally had to put on a show of restraint. Later, of course, he would deal with them properly. Oh, those two loudmouths from the cinema last time? I heard they’d already sold their houses and left Sileria City...
"Sienna, what on earth are you thinking?" Arnold Cooper pressed, his patience, worn thin from years of pursuing her, finally snapping. "First, you were with scum like Kenneth Brown—at least he was healthy! Now you’re with a cripple? How can you expect me to just accept this?"
"I told you, he’s not a cripple!" Sienna Johnson’s temper flared.
By this time, a crowd had gradually gathered, and people were pointing and murmuring.
"Look, President Johnson actually found a cripple this time?"
"Seriously, why would President Johnson make such a choice?"
"Do you think she was so devastated by the incident with Manager Brown that she just gave up and settled for a cripple?"
"Alas, beauty and misfortune often go hand in hand. The ancients weren’t wrong."
Adrian Desmond raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping coldly over the crowd. The murderous aura radiating from him was so intense that it not only silenced the gossips instantly but also forced the stunned onlookers to retreat several steps.
Sienna Johnson, fearing Adrian Desmond might lose his temper, quickly gripped his hand and patted it gently. "Don’t listen to their nonsense."
"I know." He could endure it for her.
Arnold Cooper, feeling his composure slipping, blurted out, "So what if he isn’t a cripple? I still think I’m much better than him! You think you can pass for rich and handsome these days just by driving a domestically made car?..."
Just then, three Maybachs screeched to a halt beside them. Five or six well-trained, burly men in suits and black sunglasses emerged.
Brett Jacobs stepped forward and asked Adrian Desmond respectfully, "Sixth Master, is something wrong? Do you need us to intervene?"
Adrian Desmond normally had three bodyguards visibly with him and another five or six concealed nearby. They wouldn’t usually reveal themselves in such a situation. However, seeing their Sixth Master so blatantly insulted, a few remained hidden on high alert while the others stepped out.
The three Maybachs completely surrounded Arnold Cooper.
At this, the onlookers gasped in amazement. Those who knew cars, of course, recognized the astronomical price of the luxury vehicles these bodyguards were using!
So this is what a low-key wealthy man looks like! they thought. Driving a domestically made car makes him a loser? How is that possible? Maybe he’s just a staunch patriot.
The murmurs started again:
"Wow... President Johnson has found herself a hidden tycoon this time! Bodyguards in Maybachs while he drives a domestic car? What’s that about?"
"Maybe he’s worried women are only after his money, so he deliberately pretends to be poor?"
"That’s possible! Rich people these days are so insecure."
Sienna Johnson’s head throbbed. Gossip, she realized, was truly everywhere, fueled by an astonishingly fertile imagination. If only such creativity could be channeled into scientific invention, she mused, wouldn’t Orienta have become an innovative powerhouse long ago?
Arnold Cooper’s face alternated between pale and flushed under the barrage of whispers from the crowd. He wished the ground would open up and swallow him. He had never been so humiliated in his entire life.
Adrian Desmond glanced at him coolly, a mysterious smile playing on his lips, then pulled Sienna Johnson into the SUV. The Driver turned the wheel, and the vehicle sped off.
Once in the car, Sienna Johnson let out a long sigh of relief.
"You handled that well today. You didn’t resort to violence."
Who said he didn’t resort to violence? He just didn’t do it in front of her. Fists were always more effective than words, anyway.
Adrian Desmond clutched his chest, putting on a wounded expression. "Sienna, they all called me a cripple. If my leg... if it really doesn’t get better, you wouldn’t hold it against me, would you?"
Sienna Johnson looked on, exasperated. For a formidable man like Sixth Master to play the part of a delicate victim looked utterly awkward, no matter how one looked at it.
"I believe you’re a man of strong resolve!"
Adrian Desmond’s hand dropped. "That face of yours is a real magnet for trouble with other men. One after another, they keep popping up. It really annoys me."