My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

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"What I mean is, you're nothing compared to Arianna's appearance and talent, let alone family background. Who's your mother? Who's Arianna's father? Don't you have any idea? If it were me, I would've already sent someone to kill you for framing her. Arianna was brought up well, so she didn't bother getting back at you. However, I heard that even though Charles is a man of integrity, he's extremely protective of his people, and I heard your mother has a criminal record. He doesn't even need to look for a reason to get you in trouble. All he'd need is a minor mistake, and he can get both of you in jail. You'd be lucky if you can get out of it alive!"

Freya obviously meant to scare Sierra, and the latter seemed to have taken it in. Her face was ghastly as she looked at Freya and said, "You're saying that Arianna is Charles's daughter?"

Freya shrugged, "So you've never taken a look at old news before? I'll give you a hint, go search for the news from four years ago. Perhaps you'll learn something out of it."

"Impossible!" Sierra looked like she was falling apart, "Nerissa said Arianna was an orphan. She only married Hendrix back then because Master Roberts had taken a fancy to her. How could she be Charles's daughter?"

an eyebrow. She laughed and said, "I was wondering how she knew so much about you. Apparently, you offended Nerissa. How did you get on her bad side? Didn't you say you've been gone for four years? How did you

how to explain it to you. In short, it's

to disappoint you, but her parents are still alive and well. Darling, make sure you use your brain next time. Don't pull the trigger for someone

you planning to stay here and watch the whole day? Are the Roberts Group's employees of such low calibre? Someone had trespassed into the president's office and couldn't be stopped, yet no one bothered to call security. Is this blatant proof that Mr. Roberts should get

the front desk receptionists for the president's office. Upon hearing Freya's

hurriedly called

Sierra; she left with the guards with a blank

and I left. She crossed her arms and looked at me with a frown, saying,