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."

with enough money if

that Chloe admired Hendrix. For such an outstanding man like Hendrix, it was normal for people to admire him. That wasn't something I had control

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

going to the top floor. So I went

the door a few times, but there

was about to

to see Josiah in his state. He was 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

he was someone

curtly to me. Then, he sat back down on his chair and

didn't know much about his research anyway, so I put the washed fruit in front of him. "Monique sent these to me. Why don't

fruit. He frowned and looked at me, "Why did she leave

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

his mouth, and

Monique probably hadn't told him