My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I said without so much as a thought, "You won't do something like that!"

He was slightly surprised, then raised his eyebrows at me. "Someone's confident about this!"

"Sierra was annoying, but she didn't deserve this. Besides, the company is keeping you busy. You wouldn't be interested in this little celebrity. This was obviously a strike of revenge. You're not that kind of person." Back then, I never wanted to take Valerie's life, nor would I want the same for Sierra.

To some degree, Hendrix and I worked the same way, so I was certain that he didn't do it.

He paused slightly, then drew me into his arms and put his chin on top of my head as he said in a low voice, "You think so highly of me. I'm flattered."

I didn't joke around with him. I felt something was amiss and said, "The Moore Family wouldn't do that either. Let's not talk about Valerie. Even though Pedro was in the shady business for years, he wouldn't take another's life."

He nodded. Lowering his voice, he said, "Stop thinking about it and just focus on preparing for your exam."

In short, this had nothing to do with me, so I stopped talking about it.

It was National Day in October.

an opportunity to get into Jarold University, so it wasn't difficult for me to take the postgraduate

fiance, Zachary. He was tall and slender and had a gentle demeanor. His glasses made

sit in on a few classes at Jarold University, thanks to him. Seeing him from

spotted me and stood there,

him and saw that he was holding a law textbook. I figured he had just finished a lecture, so I asked, "Do you still

your English class going?" "I learnt a lot!" I carried my books in hand as I walked with him towards the school gate. "Are you going to the Southrea Villas

is coming to Jarold City, so I need to pick them up. Please help me

thing!" I replied, then curiously continued, "Is it

so his family was probably here to

smile on his face and didn't say anything

the parking lot, so we exchanged a simple goodbye

was close to the Southrea Villas, so I usually walked. Autumn in October wasn't

Bentley that was parked by the roadside until

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frowned, "What do you

had one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette in