My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Not long after I talked to her, Evan's call came. I was slow to answer the phone.

A voice came through the phone, sounding a little hurried. "Madam, Hendrix is in a meeting now. The bodyguards told me that you met Chloe in the hospital. Can you go somewhere else with them first?"

I frowned and knew what he meant. The media was probably on an active lookout for me now, since Chloe had most likely revealed my whereabouts after our earlier quarrel.

After a pause, I said, "Alright, got it!"

After bidding Yana farewell, I quickly left. The few bodyguards that were guarding the door looked a little anxious and much more guarded than usual.

It was clear to see that Chloe had ousted the fact that I was at the hospital to the reporters.

I got into the car and a few cars followed us as soon as we got on the road. The people in the car began to take out their cameras, pointing them at our car, readying to snap whatever photos they could of me. Although the bodyguards had winded up all the windows, this was an opportunity that rarely came by for the reporters - they wouldn't just give up the chase this easily.

Some fearless reporters overtook the car and started taking pictures of us from ahead of the car.

This, no doubt, would attract the attention of passers-by.

City was infamous for its traffic jams, the bodyguards hastily turned into another junction, worried that an accident might await us if we were to use the main roads. However, the commotion was so loud that it attracted the attention of many. The car

was forced to a stop and a large group

bodyguards were also troubled after seeing this. They immediately dialed

stays in the car. Keep Madam protected and wait for me to come over!" Evan's voice

bodyguards nodded and did as

surrounded the car. If no one got out, the reporters would have plenty

knock on the car door. No matter how solid the car was, it could not

the car. As time passed, the questions from those outside turned into aggressive scolding. They berated us for quite some time; false and untrue things escaping their

due to all the squabble. My head was buzzing, so I became quite irritated by

my hands and started scratching

this, they were shocked and began to

called Evan again, who was still driving. He said, "No matter what

bodyguard said, "Madam's hands are hurt and her face is

back after a

overwhelmed by the cursing outside the carthat I had