My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I could feel Hendrix' s anger and rage running down his nerves. He pursed his lips and suppressed his anger. He then instructed, "Continue your investigation." Evan nodded. He said, "Mr. Roberts, we've also found some information about Nerissa. The man who took Madam was Nerissa's assistant, Haward."

Hendrix pursed his lips. He was quiet for a long time.

Evan thought Hendrix didn't want to say anything further, so he asked, "Mr. Roberts, what do I need to do?"

"Find Haward. Make him talk, no matter what method you use," Hendrix said, his black eyes brimmed with hostility.

I looked at Hendrix after he hung up the phone. I could not even say a word.

He hugged me and didn't say a word. He must have felt complicated, too.

Was it Nerissa? If so, why did she do this? What was in it for her?

He comforted me and said in a low voice, "Stay at home and rest. Don't overthink."

he was about to leave. I asked, "Can you bring me along? Hendrix, I don't want to stay alone at home." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

pressed his lips together, remained silent for

no one at home. I could

was smooth as it was the first day of New Year. Hendrix drove the car out of the city

two men in black waiting outside the factory. They bowed and greeted Hendrix when they

the factory. He went cold with

his arms and said in a low voice,

sit on one of the chairs, he got down in front of me and held my hand. His voice was gentle, "Close your

responded by

up in his chest as he asked, "Are you going to tell me yourself, or do

bruises on Haward's face. He had been beaten and punched before we

else can you do to me?" He

the ground, and blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth. Hendrix asked him coldly,