The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 1011 - 966: The Swing in the Bedroom (2)

"President Johnson."

"Have a seat, both of you."

The two of them exchanged a glance and obediently sat down in front of Sienna Johnson. Compared to Sixth Master, Brett Jacobs feared this unpredictable woman more. In the past, in Abyanabad, their group of brothers had been completely outmaneuvered by this woman.

If he wasn’t at a dead end, Brett Jacobs would never have reached out to Sienna Johnson for money.

Vivian Abbey said, "I know about Brett borrowing money from Sixth Master. My property is currently worth about 390 thousand. If President Johnson is not at ease, I’m willing to use it as collateral."

"Do you really think that if you give your mom 750 thousand, they’ll never bother you again in this life?" Sienna Johnson asked.

"We’ve made an agreement," Vivian Abbey replied.

"What do you think they’ll do with 750 thousand?"

Vivian’s hand on her leg clenched tightly into a fist, and Brett said, "Whatever they want to do, it’s none of our business."

Sienna Johnson paid no attention to Brett, speaking only to Vivian Abbey, "750 thousand may not be much, but it’s not little either. Your brother always thinks of making big money. Once the 750 thousand gets into his hands, it’ll be squandered quickly. By then, when your mom comes to you for maintenance fees, will you give them or not?"

Brett said, "Of course, not!"

"Between spouses, if things don’t work out, you can still divorce. Parents and children, no matter how bad the relationship is, must always be tied together.

If you’re cruel enough, and your mother ends up homeless or dying in a hospital... and you can remain indifferent, then I will lend you the 750 thousand. If you can’t do it, I won’t lend you the money." Sienna Johnson analyzed for Vivian Abbey.

"..."

"Even if I lend it to you, it will only be a waste of money."

Vivian Abbey knew her family better than anyone; her parents favored her brother, with her mother spoiling him to the point of ruining him. Her brother couldn’t endure hardship nor handle setbacks, leading to his failure even at thirty-something.

Her mother favors her brother, but after all, she raised her and sent her to college, allowing her to have the life she has now.

She is willing to support her mother, just not willing to continue supporting her brother’s family.

"President Johnson, what should I do?"

"Send your mother a monthly living allowance instead of a one-time payment of 750 thousand, as giving them 750 thousand would be a waste of money," Sienna Johnson suggested.

Vivian Abbey felt bitter inside; she’s a strong person and originally didn’t intend to expose her wounds, but now she felt cornered.

"My mother... sometimes she’s unreasonable. ...I can’t cope. Even when I gave her money, it was because she nagged so much that I thought I could get rid of her.

Last time, just because I didn’t meet her demand, she caused a scene at my company..."

"..."

Vivian stared at her clenched hands, troubled, saying, "My mom is particularly persistent. If I don’t satisfy her, she makes my life a living hell...

Since she’s already come to the company once, if she’s not happy again, she’ll return... I’m worried that by then, I might not be able to keep my job."

"Are you willing to go to Mousden?"

"Huh?"

"President Davis wants to expand in Avrupa; I’ve read the project proposal, and I’m interested, but I don’t feel comfortable leaving it entirely to him. If you can go over and be involved in President Davis’s operations, it would be great."

Sienna Johnson quickly shifted the topic, and Vivian Abbey struggled to keep up.

"To Mousden?"

"Yes, to Mousden!"

Having worked under her for so many years, Vivian Abbey has strong comprehensive abilities, making her the most suitable candidate to send.

"...Expanding the market there is like establishing River Hill; naturally, hard work is unavoidable. But, at least you can escape your family."

Brett Jacobs grew anxious, "Wouldn’t that mean we’d be living apart?"

"Why don’t you go with her!"

"Would Sixth Master agree?"

"I’ll put in a few good words with him."

Brett Jacobs and Vivian Abbey were overjoyed, and Vivian agreed without hesitation. Expanding into a new market is indeed grueling, but it’s beneficial for her career.

She’s still young and not afraid of hardship.

"President Johnson, I’m willing to go to Mousden."

"Then start preparing; enroll in a language course and get your visa sorted out. For specifics, talk to President Davis. For now, consider yourself temporarily transferred to him."

"Understood, President Johnson."

The two of them stood up and walked out, gently closing the door behind them. Sienna Johnson looked up and murmured, "Thought Brett Jacobs could hold his ground, turns out he’s just a paper tiger."

...

One day, Sienna Johnson returned home to find Adrian Desmond setting up a swing in the bedroom.

Sienna Johnson, dressed in a nightgown, sat on it and gave a small push with her feet to swing herself, asking, "Why did you put a swing in the bedroom? And it’s a bit too high... it would be better if it were lower."

Adrian Desmond had just showered, a loose towel wrapped around his waist, moving as if it could fall off at any moment.

"For some fun!"

"Huh?"

Adrian Desmond came over, grabbed her waist, and pulled her towards himself with force, the height perfectly matching, "How is it?"

"Adrian, what are you thinking about all day now?" Sienna Johnson looked speechlessly at the man in front of her.

"Just one more day! No... just three more hours!"

Adrian’s hand caressed her face, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips, lightly sucking her lips and savoring her taste.

The temperature in the room seemed to rise, and both felt the heat.

This was meant to be a beautiful moment, but unfortunately, the little one needed a diaper change, started whimpering, and when the dad didn’t come, the little one cried loudly.

"You brat, ruining Daddy’s moment."