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The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 1117 - 1057: How Big Is the Bird
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Chapter 1117: Chapter 1057: How Big Is the Bird

If she found out that Herbert Young might have solicited prostitution, she wouldn’t stay calm.

"I don’t think Adrian Desmond is that kind of person, that woman has such a gaudy face, nowhere near as good as you," Sue White comforted.

A man who cheats seeks nothing but a thrill, many mistresses aren’t even as pretty as the wife. The men who solicit prostitution probably have the same mentality.

At this moment, Sue White felt immensely conflicted, on one hand, she hoped this witness could clear Adrian Desmond’s name, on the other, she didn’t want Adrian to be the type of man who would solicit prostitutes.

She thought, Sienna Johnson must be feeling the same way right now.

"Mrs. Foster, committing perjury can land you in jail! Are you sure everything you’re saying is true?" the Prosecutor reminded.

The Prosecutor suspected that this witness had been bribed.

"I’m not committing perjury!"

The Prosecutor began questioning Adrian again, "This Mrs. Foster said that you were soliciting prostitution during the time the victim was murdered. Do you admit that you solicited a prostitute?"

"With such an ugly woman, I can’t even get it up!" Adrian denied.

"So you’re saying Mrs. Foster is committing perjury?" The Prosecutor caught a loophole in Adrian’s words and pressed on.

"Yes! I wasn’t soliciting prostitution!"

Mrs. Foster said, "Handsome, you’re at this point, you don’t need to be afraid of your wife finding out. After all, compared to going to jail for murder, soliciting prostitution is nothing. At most, you’ll pay a fine and be out."

Adrian retorted sharply, "Compared to being accused of soliciting you, an old and ugly woman, I’d rather be sentenced for murder and go to jail."

"..."

"I can’t afford to lose face like that!"

The bitter words from his lips cut Lily Foster deeply. This man is ruthless, willing to go to jail rather than admit to soliciting a prostitute.

Lily Foster’s lips twitched, she insisted, "He really was with me at that time. We did it three times."

Adrian realized someone was playing him, but didn’t expect it to go this far.

Adrian swore, if he found out who did it, he would definitely have someone break that person’s backside.

Adrian looked at that woman, finding her unbearably vulgar.

Look at that chest, so large it’s about to sag. Tsk tsk, her skin is so rough, not even as good as his. Such a big mouth, seems like it’s frequently used, looser than the area below.

"You say I solicited you, then tell me, how big is my pecker?"

"Very big."

"How big is very big?"

"So big my mouth can’t contain it."

Adrian suddenly asked Herbert Young, "In your Orientan law, soliciting prostitution should involve inserting down below, right?"

Herbert Young blushed and murmured, "I’ve never solicited, how would I know."

What kind of situation was this? As a dignified lawyer, having fought legal battles for so many years, how did he end up facing such a scene?

"We’re all men, a few of you, tell me, would you get it up for a woman like this?"

The whole courtroom, except the audience, was filled with men, and collectively, they lowered their heads.

"Silence means agreement, you actually solicited a prostitute?!"

"..."

"Do your wives know?"

The judge knocked the gavel and said, "Ten-minute recess!" If the court didn’t recess, this serious trial would turn into a farce.

...

In the restroom, Sienna Johnson had been hiding in one of the stalls long ago. Adrian found the third door, opened it, and sure enough, found Sienna inside.

"I really didn’t solicit her!" Adrian clarified.

"Did you bring her here?" Sienna asked.

Both of them asked questions in unison, yet asked completely different questions.

"You didn’t bring her here?" Sienna asked in surprise.

That day she went to see Adrian, Adrian said he had a way, she thought it was that Mrs. Foster he had called in.

Sienna thought Adrian must have lost his mind for coming up with such a stupid and awkward way to save himself.

"No! If our daughter found out, how am I supposed to hold my head up ever again?"

"Then who brought her?"

"It wasn’t me."

Sienna felt the situation grow complicated. Who did all this, and what was the purpose? Sienna felt her intelligence wasn’t enough.

"Mrs. Desmond, please move, I need to pee."

"Wait for me to leave, then you can pee."

Adrian simply unzipped and began to urinate into the toilet. Sienna turned her head away.

"Only you know the size of my pecker," he suddenly breathed warmly into Sienna’s ear, saying.

"At a time like this, can’t you be serious?"

"Haha... Even if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. Don’t you get tired always being so worried?"

"You’re about to go to jail, if I could still be happy, then you should cry."

Adrian pulled up his pants, flushed, reached out to touch Sienna, and Sienna shied away, reminding, "You didn’t wash your hands!"

"It’s not dirty!"

"Dirty!"

"Fine, since you think I’m dirty, I’ll leave!"

Sienna tugged on his shirt, Adrian retreated and kissed her cheek indulgently, saying, "I knew you couldn’t bear to let me go."

"I don’t know what the person framing you wants... but admitting to soliciting prostitution might be more advantageous for you." Sienna analyzed calmly.

"I never solicited!"

"I believe you!" If she didn’t believe him, she wouldn’t have been hiding in the men’s restroom just to say a few words to him.

"Don’t listen to that woman’s nonsense. Her chest is sagging, her skin so rough... wearing such heavy makeup, who knows how scary she looks without it."

Sienna squinted and asked, "If you never solicited her, how do you know her chest sags, her skin is rough? That she’s scary without makeup?"

"I need to solicit to know? Can’t I tell with just one look."

Adrian touched Sienna’s face, saying, "Mrs. Desmond’s touch is still the best."

"Stop it." Sienna brushed aside his hand, annoyed that while she was worried sick, he acted as if nothing mattered.

"Alright, alright. I have a way to save myself, but..."

"But what?" They were pressed for time, yet this man was purposefully evasive.

"Noah Phillips might get dragged into this."

When Sienna heard Adrian’s words, she understood, "You mean, it was Noah, or rather, the fake Noah who did it?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"There’s video footage."

"Where did the footage come from?" Sienna felt this was too coincidental.

"Someone sent it to Sabrina Conner."

Sienna fell silent. She knew this Noah Phillips was fake, but others didn’t. If the footage was revealed, the murder charge would fall on the real Noah Phillips.

If the footage wasn’t revealed, Adrian would face murder charges.

One side was a childhood friend, the other was a loved one. This person was forcing Sienna to make a choice, and whichever side she chose, it would inevitably hurt the other.

This conspiracy was truly ruthless, calculating human emotions into it.

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