Their business concluded hastily. The man wore a scowl, as if Sienna Johnson owed him 750,000.
Sienna knew it was pointless to talk to him while he was so upset. It was best to wait until evening when he had eaten his fill and would be in a better mood.
"My grandma is looking for me; I have to go now." She got dressed and bent over to kiss his cheek.
Adrian Desmond glared at her, his face dark. "I'm not getting involved with harvesting bird's nests anymore. Figure it out yourself."
"Sixth Master, please calm down!" Sienna tried to soothe him with a hint of flattery.
"You're not allowed to go!"
"I'll be back soon!"
Adrian Desmond, bare-chested, began to throw a tantrum, trying to pressure Sienna. However, she wasn't afraid of him and left with a smile.
His arousal stood erect like a sturdy White Poplar, and the simmering fire within Adrian Desmond began to surge uncontrollably.
