Hearing Sienna Johnson's words, Adrian Desmond lifted his shirt sleeve and sniffed it. He had a sharp sense of smell, but once a scent lingered on him for too long, he couldn't detect it anymore.
After Adrian sniffed himself, Sienna's face soured. "Did a woman really throw herself into your arms?"
Adrian: …
Sienna suddenly flared up, "You men are all the same!"
"That woman accidentally bumped into me while I was talking to someone and wasn't paying attention."
"When did Sixth Master become so oblivious? If it were an assassin, wouldn't they have taken you out?"
"It's precisely because she posed no threat that I let her bump into me. If she really wanted to kill me, I wouldn't have let her near me that easily.
You don't have to worry about me!"
Sienna wasn't pleased, glaring at him with a stern face, making Adrian feel like he was taking the blame.
What exactly did this woman hear that made her take out her anger on him?
"Sienna, what's wrong with you today?"
