The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 1038 - 985: Mom, You Came Back from the Dead

"Mom, how is that the same?"

"Where is it different?"

"Dad is so awesome, if you just exercise properly and don’t lag behind, we can easily win the prize. How about I give you half of the prize money? I’ll give the dancing robot to the Little Monster!" Curly once again managed to wake Sienna Johnson.

Sienna Johnson was really suffering, tossed around by Adrian Desmond at night, and before dawn was disturbed by Curly.

"I don’t want it, whoever wants it can have it!"

"Who else do I have but you as a mom? Both Dad and Mom need to participate! Otherwise, we don’t qualify for the competition."

"..."

"Mom, are you getting up or not?"

Sienna Johnson covered her head with a pillow, pretending to be dead, while Adrian Desmond watched the show from the side, not helping anyone.

Curly knelt beside Sienna Johnson, hugging herself with her arms, pouting and thinking, just as Adrian Desmond was about to speak, offering some persuasion, Curly threw herself on Sienna Johnson, bawling loudly:

"Mom, you died so tragically... boo hoo... How can you leave me and my brother? Dad is so young, he’ll definitely find me a stepmother... What if Stepmother mistreats me and my brother?

Can you rest easy, just leaving me and brother like that?

Mom, wake up, mom..."

Sienna Johnson: ...

Adrian Desmond: ...

"Mom, don’t leave me... Mom!" Curly was just about to pull out the heavy performance when Sienna Johnson threw off the covers, gritting her teeth and shouted, "Jayce!"

The crying caught in her throat, Curly reacted quickly, bouncing off the bed, darting to the door, hiding behind it, peeking out and looking at Sienna Johnson.

"Mom, you came back to life!"

Sienna Johnson picked up a slipper and threw it at Curly, who quickly dodged, and the slipper hit the door.

"Hehe, missed!"

Another slipper flew, this time Curly didn’t dodge, got hit on the head, and fell down.

"Curly!" Adrian Desmond leapt off the bed, barefoot and taking large strides towards Curly.

Curly lay on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling, Adrian Desmond was genuinely worried she might have been knocked silly.

"Curly, are you okay?"

"I forgot, slippers come in pairs!"

With an expression like a peerless expert who missed out due to a moment of carelessness.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Dad, you have to avenge me... the one who killed me is... is... is..."

Curly shut her eyes.

On TV, before dying, there’s always a lot of useless chatter but never enough time to say just the three letters of a name.

Adrian Desmond’s mouth twitched, "You’re not allowed to meet Leanne Andrews anymore!"

If his precious daughter continues hanging around that woman, Leanne Andrews, her brain won’t be right.

Footsteps could be heard, Curly suddenly opened her eyes, climbed up from the floor.

"Jayce, if you have the guts, don’t run."

"Come on, chase me... hit my butt... ugh..." Curly wiggled her behind at Sienna Johnson, then made a funny face.

Sienna Johnson in her pajamas chased after Curly, the little rascal slipping away like a quicksilver eel.

After a bit, Sienna Johnson stood with her hands on her hips, gasping, realizing her stamina was really lacking.

Adrian Desmond woke up at six every morning for a run; he jogged on the spot beside Sienna Johnson in black sporty attire.

"Your stamina is just too poor, isn’t it?"

"You’re all like superhumans, while I’m just an ordinary person."

"Run, or else tomorrow morning your daughter will cry again."

Sienna Johnson gritted her teeth and said, "Why on earth did I end up having a little monster like this?!"

"Ah, children are the enemies of past lives, here in this life to collect debts."

"..."

"Mrs. Desmond, resign yourself to running."

...

Eastminster Group,

Vivian Abbey was sent by Sienna Johnson to Mousden to open up the market; now Tessa Harrington had become Sienna Johnson’s secretary.

Tessa Harrington couldn’t handle everything alone, so she needed to hire two special assistants. An advertisement was placed on the largest job recruitment sites and in the jobs section of newspapers, unexpectedly drawing hundreds of applicants.

Tessa Harrington selected ten people from hundreds, almost like holding a city-wide audition.

"President Johnson, what’s wrong with you? A wild night last night?" Tessa Harrington saw Sienna Johnson’s makeup couldn’t hide the dark circles under her eyes and asked surprisedly.

"It’s a long story!" Family problems are not to be aired out.

"President Johnson, why don’t you nap for a bit and I’ll call you later?"

Sienna Johnson really was in no shape, realizing working in this state wouldn’t be very efficient, so she said, "Okay, I’ll sleep for an hour, wake me in an hour."

"Alright, President Johnson."

Sienna Johnson got up and went to the lounge, where a small bed was set up for her to rest on when work exhausted her.

Sienna Johnson lay down and quickly fell asleep.

...

Mid-morning, a bit past ten, Adrian Desmond came holding his son for a milk, and caught Sienna Johnson napping secretly.

Adrian Desmond unbuttoned Sienna Johnson’s blouse, just about to unclasp her bra when Sienna Johnson woke up.

Seeing it was Adrian Desmond, Sienna Johnson mumbled, "Let me sleep a little longer."

"Our son needs milk."

Sienna Johnson yawned repeatedly, turned to her side, cuddled her son, Sheehan quickly latched onto the nipple like a little piglet.

"With your stamina, you definitely need to strengthen your exercise."

Sienna Johnson said groggily, "You need to think of a way, waking at six to run for an hour every day, I can’t stand it."

"I have no ideas."

"Do I really have to wake up at six every day?"

"It’ll be over once the sports meet is finished."

Sienna Johnson: ...

...

Early morning, six o’clock, the Johnson Family’s garden.

The three of them running laps around the garden, Sienna Johnson always trailing due to poor stamina.

"Mom, hurry up; if you keep this pace, how can we win first place?"

"Got it." Sienna Johnson gritted her teeth and caught up.

Adrian Desmond waited for Sienna Johnson, deliberately running very slowly, encouraging her when she caught up, "Keep it up, only ten more minutes to go."

"How many more days until I’m freed?"

"A week."

Sienna Johnson really wanted to collapse; just as she could barely keep running, Adrian Desmond reached out to hold her hand, pulling her along.

Curly ahead saw it and protested, "You two in the back, no cheating! Run by yourselves! Or competition entry will be canceled!"

Adrian Desmond released Sienna Johnson’s hand, saying, "Go for it, Mrs. Desmond, I’m supporting you spiritually."

"Spiritual support is worth crap."

"You two at the back, what’s with the dawdling? At this pace, how can you get first?

Come on, pick up the speed!"

Curly had the devilish coach demeanor, and Sienna Johnson watching her daughter sprint ahead felt genuinely envious of her energy.

"Mom, keep going. Run faster."

"Got it."

"You know it, then run faster!"

"..."

"Dragging your feet, even a turtle would outrun you!"

Sienna Johnson gritted her teeth, determined to keep running.

In the early winter morning, it was still dark; the family of three ran desperately for the 150 dollars prize money.