My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

It had been a long time since I came to the company. I met a few acquaintances in the stairwell and greeted them.

As soon as I stepped out from the stairwell, I saw Chloe in a figure-hugging long dress, and her long hair covered her shoulders. She looked sexy and attractive. Being young in age was such an advantage, as the young ones were always beautiful no matter if they dressed up or not.

It seemed like she was on her way to send some documents. When she saw me, she smiled politely. "Hello, Miss Reid. Are you here for Mr. Roberts?"

I nodded. "It's quite hot today, so I brought everyone some fruit."

She was in a hurry to get into the elevator, so she didn't say much. Eugene, the finance department's director who was standing by my side, asked when Chloe was out of earshot, "Mrs. Roberts, won't you worry that such a young lady is working alongside Mr. Roberts?"

Eugene was in her forties, and she held a high position in Roberts Group, which came with

a high salary. Naturally, she could maintain herself well. Rumors were that her husband worked as a developer, so it could be said that she was in the same social roles as I was a woman with a wealthy husband.

I chuckled. Looking at the closed elevator door, I blandly replied to her, "What's there to be worried about? She's only in her twenties, and she's good-looking. She has a good family background, and she has a promising future. I don't think she'll risk her future for a married man."

the worst. At least you can easily get rid of her with enough money if that's all she wanted. Those who

Hendrix, it was normal for people

want to continue the conversation with Eugene, I smiled faintly and bid her

Hendrix was in a meeting, there was no point for me going to the top floor. So I went straight to Josiah's

but there was no

was about to leave, the door flew

wearing a wrinkled shirt, and he looked like he hadn't shaved his beard for a few days. He seemed low-spirited. I walked past him and straight into his office. Glancing at the piles of paper on the floor, I asked, "What's wrong with you? It's already rare that you've made yourself look like this. But it's not like you to turn your

was a doctor, and he was

to me. Then, he sat back

research anyway, so I put the washed fruit in front of him. "Monique sent these to me. Why don't you have some

his gaze shifted to the fruit. He frowned and looked at me, "Why did she leave Ucrebury

confirmed my thoughts. I glared at him and questioned, "What's going on between

he stuffed a few plums into his mouth, and he lowered his head, focused

his responses, Monique probably