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."

get rid of her with enough money if that's all she wanted. Those who don't care about anything but a man's

tell that Chloe admired Hendrix. For such an outstanding man like Hendrix, it was normal for

and bid her goodbye, "Well,

for me going to the top floor. So I went straight to Josiah's

the door a few times, but there was no response, so I thought he

I was about to leave,

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

was

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

fruit in front of him. "Monique sent these to me. Why don't you have some before you carry on with

and his gaze shifted to the fruit. He frowned and

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

few plums into his

probably