The Bigshot Married Chapter 875 - 873: The Black Widow Wants to Sleep With Sixth

Chapter 875: Chapter 873: The Black Widow Wants to Sleep With Sixth Master (Part 2)

"That’s hard to say."

"I’m eighty, you’re already niy, a pair of old folks, let’s not be picky about each other."

"Sixth Master, we’re just 10 nautical miles from Surara Island."

"Alright, get ready to dock."

Sienna Johnson asked, "Adrian Desmond, what have you been busy with lately?"

"Earning milk money." This was a phrase Adrian newly learned, finding it apt and often using it to brush off Sienna Johnson.

"Spend less, and our son’s milk money will be there."

"I’ve been really restraining my spending lately. Ahem..." Adrian was choked by smoke.

"Smoking again?"

"No!"

"Adrian, lying isn’t what good kids do."

"Alright, just one cigarette."

"Take good care of yourself while I’m not around."

"You too."

From a distance, they could already see Surara Island, with Adrian unable to continue his long call with Sienna Johnson.

Reluctantly, Adrian said, "I have things to do, get some rest earlier."

"You too."

Both hung up the call with lingering reluctance.

Adrian handed the phone to Brandon Potter, picked up the binoculars, and looked toward Surara Island.

The name Surara Island comes from Sanskrit, meaning "Paradise Island," located in the western Naminua Ocean, consisting of four small islands and two rocky islets. Sitting at the junction of the Dhidiyyan Sea and Gulf of Dirir, it boasts superior natural conditions, acting as a maritime passageway from the Naminua Ocean to the Red Sea and East Goldland, connecting the East and West, forming a maritime lifeline linking three continents: Asia, Africa, and Europe. Its strategic position is crucial.

The person Adrian plans to visit today resides on this island, named Joanna, nicknamed the "Black Widow."

Just thinking about the Black Widow gives Adrian a headache; if not for being forced, he wouldn’t want to see her.

From afar, a speedboat was heading towards them.

People on the boat raised their guns; Adrian said, "Lower your guns, it’s Joanna’s people."

A cobra flag was flying on the speedboat, symbolizing Joanna’s armed forces.

The speedboat approached quickly, and Adrian permitted one of the men on board.

The man had typical Middle Eastern features, with a thick beard, and upon boarding scrutinized Adrian with an unruly gaze.

stepped forward, kicked him hard, and reprimanded, "Our Sixth Master doesn’t like being stared at!"

The man hurriedly bowed his head, "Sixth Master, our queen is waiting for you."

"Queen" was not the Brevon Queen, but Joanna’s self-conferral. A woman who declares herself queen—imagine the character.

"Mm, noted."

Adrian’s Great Shark slowly sailed towards the dock of Surara Island, the massive ship making the dock seem even narrower.

Adrian jumped off the boat, following their escort, heading towards Joanna’s residence.

Joanna is an Indian, also an Aryan of high caste, part of India’s Brahmin.

Thus, Joanna’s features are Western-looking, high nose bridge, deep eyes, fair skin, a tall and graceful figure—she is a beauty.

However, ever since Joanna’s husband passed away, she completely let herself go.

At the moment, Joanna reclined on a golden silk couch, with wine, fruit, and a handsome man massaging her on the low table in front.

"Joanna, long time no see." Adrian walked in, frowning at the seemingly boneless woman.

If he could choose, he truly wouldn’t want to see this woman.

"Adrian, have you agreed to be my lover?"

Joanna looked at Adrian’s charming face, her desire for him unmistakable in her gaze.

"I’m married, you should know."

"I just love messing with married men!" Joanna said shamelessly.

"I’m not a man you can mess with!"

"..."

"Nor can you afford to!"

"Really?"

"Indeed!"

"Adrian, though I don’t know your specific purpose for coming, with your nature of never visiting temples without a reason, you certainly have a request.Just let me sleep with you for one night, I’ll agree to anything. Even gifting Surara Island to you.If you don’t agree, don’t bother speaking, for I won’t agree otherwise!"

Joanna continued enjoying Indian dance, leaving Adrian aside.

Adrian didn’t rush, waiting until the performance ended and the music paused before speaking.

"Joanna, getting to sleep with me is impossible in this lifetime. Better come up with another request."

"The other request is: you sleep with me."

"Joanna, you’ve become more humorous over the years indeed," Adrian coldly laughed.

"Adrian, I’m not joking with you."

Joanna supported her head, reclining there, eyes captivating Adrian, greedily eyeing his face.

"Isn’t there really no way to cooperate?"

"Yes, either I sleep with you, or you sleep with me."

"Forget it, I’ll go talk to Noah after all."

Noah is Joanna’s late husband’s younger brother, and like Joanna desires Adrian, Noah desires Joanna.

"Speak, what do you want from me?" Joanna’s expression turned stern, sitting upright.

"Ever heard of Death Island?"

"Heard of it but don’t know the exact location. What, did they kill your wife?"

Adrian’s gaze abruptly sharpened, speaking sternly, "Joanna, my wife means a lot to me; you can joke about me, but not her!Next time, if I hear this again, I’ll make sure you understand the meaning of ’regret’!"

Joanna pouted, though unwilling, said nothing.

Adrian’s prowess, she knew well; otherwise, after all these years, she wouldn’t have failed to get Adrian into bed.

Joanna eyed Adrian’s groin, though still dormant now, one could see the magnificent shape; if awakened...

The bane of this woman!