My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"What time would they be arriving?" I asked as I added some vegetables to Anne and Bennett's bowls. Both of them were picky eaters who only ate meat and despised vegetables. If I did not force them to eat their vegetables, they would not eat them at all.

Norman had finished eating. He put down his cutleries and replied, "Around noon. Remember to dress a little more professionally."

I nodded. Although I did not have any experience in welcoming hotel guests, I had worked in Roberts Group several years ago and due to my social standing there, I had welcomed others many a times before. I knew well what was required of me!

The next day!

To welcome the guests, I specially wore the clothes that I brought from Ucrebury. I seldom made any clothing purchases in the past few years in Hovell. Even when I did, I would only splurge on affordable clothes from the night market. Branded clothes were a no-no, let alone custom-made ones. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

This outfit was custom-made by a famous Italian designer whom Hendrix had specially invited. Though I did have plenty of custom-made outfits in my closet, it was more convenient for me to leave in the professional outfit I was wearing now because I had to carry Anne in my arms at the time.

I stopped wearing this after I came to Hovell. It smelled moldy from being kept in a box for years. Fortunately, the quality and design of this ten thousand dollars outfit did not disappoint. It would still look as good as new even after being worn for years.

I stood at the entrance of the hotel and waited for the developer's arrival.

That day, Cecil happened to be on duty at the front desk. When she saw that I was wearing such quality clothes, she just could not keep her mean, nasty remarks to herself.

developer as well? You're nothing but a peasant, you should know your

were in public, all I could do was quietly

yesterday's quarrel, there was an enmity

that she

black S-class Mercedes-Benz stopped at the hotel entrance. This must be the most expensive

Cecil withdrew her resentful eyes from me and waited at the

staff had also lined up at the entrance of the hotel, waiting for

side of the car. I bent over to open the car door but

beat me

"Let me!"

low and cold. It was

Hendrix was the developer the hotel was expecting. Evan was also probably surprised to see me. After a short pause, he withdrew his hand and took

stiffened. I would be lying if I said that I was

bent over to open

leather shoes. His slender figure leaned out of the car and planted his feet on the ground. His gaze was