The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 709 - 750: The Game That Got Sixth Master Hooked

Chapter 709: Chapter 750: The Game That Got Sixth Master Hooked

"What game?"

"Of course, it’s an interesting game." Sienna Johnson deliberately played coy, her smiling gaze sweeping over every woman present.

It must be said, these women were all beautiful. After all, those attending the banquet today weren’t ordinary people; their men were wealthy and powerful. When men of power and influence chose wives, they naturally looked at faces and chests—who cared about inner worth?

"Just tell us already!"

"...Any of you, if you can make Sixth Master Night Owl at you, I’ll give you 150 thousand. Whoever can get Sixth Master to hold your hand briefly, I’ll give 750 thousand. Whoever can get Sixth Master to hug you, I’ll give 1.5 million. And whoever can get Sixth Master to kiss you, I’ll give an enormous 1.5 million!"

After a long pause, Sienna Johnson saw eager anticipation stirring on several women’s faces.

"Whoever can hook up with Sixth Master in bed... Mrs. Desmond, I’ll gladly yield this position to you!"

The women gasped. None of them would dare utter such words.

It’s often said a wife isn’t as enticing as a concubine, a concubine not as thrilling as a secret affair, and a secret affair not as captivating as the one who remains out of reach. They understood men’s base desires all too well. That was why mistresses weren’t necessarily more beautiful or charming than legal wives—they were merely ’fresher.’

Where did this woman get the confidence to say such things?

"Are you not afraid that Sixth Master will really be snatched away by us...?" one woman ventured.

Sienna Johnson spoke indifferently, as if it didn’t concern her in the least. "If you truly have the ability to snatch Sixth Master away, I’ll have to thank you sincerely... Thank you for helping me see Sixth Master’s true colors!"

"Are you really serious?" a girl asked.

Sienna Johnson looked at the lovely girl, a cunning smile playing on her lips. "Of course! If I go back on my word, I’ll cut out my own tongue!"

"The same goes for Miss Carpenter!" Sienna Johnson said to Melanie Carpenter, unable to bear her wretched act. "Stop playing the victim in front of others all the time. Since you’re so convinced I stole your man, why don’t you try to steal him back?!"

Sienna Johnson’s words infuriated Melanie Carpenter. The two women stared each other down, sparks practically flying between them.

"What are you so arrogant about? Stealing someone else’s man makes you proud? What are you so smug about? Have you no shame?" Melanie Carpenter retorted, trying to paint Sienna Johnson as immoral.

"Sienna Johnson, I don’t believe your happiness will last! Since you could snatch Adrian Desmond from me, another woman will surely snatch him from you in the future!"

"Sienna Johnson, just you wait! I want to see how pitiful you look when your man gets stolen!" Melanie Carpenter cursed.

Sienna Johnson chuckled softly. "Then you’re bound to be disappointed. I’m not you! I’ll never be a pathetic wretch! Because I’ll never live or die for a man who abandons me! If Adrian Desmond ever dares to cheat on me, I’ll dump him immediately and marry a man fifteen times, a thousand times better than him! Do you think all women in this world are like you, fixated on one man to their own detriment? I’m not! If Adrian Desmond loves me, I’ll treasure him. If he stops loving me, I’ll treat him like a pile of shit!"

"You... you... you..." Melanie Carpenter’s face flushed crimson with anger, but she was speechless, unable to form a retort.

Seething, she raised her hand, about to splash her red wine on Sienna Johnson.

However, Sienna Johnson, having practiced Martial Arts, was more than capable of handling a frail woman like Melanie Carpenter. With a skillful exertion of force, she redirected the wine, originally aimed at her, dousing the woman standing closest to them instead.

"Ah... my dress..." the woman shrieked, but it was too late to salvage it.

A large red wine stain now marred her beautiful, light-colored dress.

Sienna Johnson remembered this woman. Wasn’t she Bella Ford, Melanie Carpenter’s little sycophant? When Sienna had first arrived in Abyanabad and gone to the cinema, she’d even seen her selling popcorn.

"Sienna Johnson, you have to pay for my dress!" Bella Ford exclaimed, furious, her eyes filled more with anguish for the ruined dress than anger.

Sienna Johnson’s sharp eyes noticed the tag still on the dress. Recalling Bella Ford selling popcorn at the cinema, a realization dawned on her.

"It wasn’t me who splashed you. Why should I pay?"

"I clearly saw you splash me!"

"The wine glass was in Melanie Carpenter’s hand. I won’t admit to splashing you," Sienna Johnson stated, an unyielding expression on her face.

Bella Ford felt tears welling up. This dress was incredibly expensive! Ruined by red wine, it was a total loss. How could she ever explain this to her friend who worked at the designer boutique?

"Sienna Johnson, you bitch, pay for my dress!"

A bitch? How dare she call me a bitch? Fine. If I’m a bitch, then I should act like one!

Sienna Johnson walked over, grabbed the tag on the dress, and yanked it off.

"The tag was still on your dress. I helped you remove it. No need to thank me."

Bella Ford burst into tears. "You... you... you pay for my dress! I rented it! How can I return it now that you’ve torn off the tag?"

"Oh, you rented this dress? I’m so sorry, I had no idea. I just thought you forgot to remove the tag," Sienna Johnson said, feigning innocence. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The other women’s gazes toward Bella Ford shifted. Attending a banquet in a rented dress? She clearly didn’t come from a good background.

Bella Ford immediately sensed the change in the onlookers’ eyes, and her resentment for Sienna Johnson deepened.

"Sienna Johnson, pay for my dress! If you don’t pay for it today, I won’t let this go!"

"It’s just a dress. I’ll get you an identical one. But first, you have to tell me who splashed red wine on your dress just now... If you answer incorrectly, I won’t be getting you that dress, you know?"

Sienna Johnson glanced at Melanie Carpenter. Melanie was visibly furious but still hadn’t made a move, and Sienna was growing impatient. She really didn’t want to waste time engaging in such pointless conversations with these women.

"Not going to tell me? Fine, then no dress for you! I’m not some saint who, after being wrongly accused, still graciously offers the accuser a beautiful new dress... If I actually did that, wouldn’t I truly become the bitch you called me? I’m not one to debase myself!"

Bella Ford was caught in a fierce internal struggle. Her very survival depended on Melanie Carpenter. The animosity between Melanie and Sienna was so intense, they were like fire and water. If she admitted Melanie splashed the wine, Melanie, with her volatile temper, would surely conclude she’d sided with Sienna. Her relationship with Melanie would be utterly destroyed.