My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I looked over and saw that she, too, was holding a plate full of cakes. It looked like she also wanted to find a quiet place to eat.

I smiled and said, "Some people say that too much sugar isn't good for women. It makes them age fast."

She was amused by my remark. She took a bite of the cake and looked like she enjoyed it. "How do you define an old woman?"

Her question really stumped me.

She continued with a small smile, "My perception of the term "old" is someone who loses their meaning to live. Those who have lost hope, even if they are in their 20s, can be considered old. Some people, even though they are in their 80s, still live so positively with such a grand outlook on life. Can you call them old?"

I smiled faintly, but I could not answer her question. "Nope!"

After chatting for a bit, she left because Hendrix was going to start presenting on the Roberts Group's annual performance and carry out the commendation and surprise segment.

I finished my food and had nothing to do, so I roamed freely around the hotel.

Hearing Hendrix's deep voice, I subconsciously walked to the outside of the hotel lobby.

There were also some well known businessmen, as well as some high profile

of gratitude and feedback, Roberts Group's newly developed artificial intelligence machinery was given as a gift. At the same time, Rowane's contribution to the group was

indeed an excellent consultant. She

Hendrix walked to me from

held onto my

"They're delicious!"

"If you want cakes in the future, ask the pastry chefs

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it was inevitable that we

sit, but all of a

group of people had already gathered around the swimming pool. Someone shouted, "Someone has

to swim

the chairman of the Roberts Group, Hendrix pulled me along

a good distance away from the swimming pool. "What's

it's Miss

cold. Rowane laid on the ground, shivering vigorously from the harsh cold and looking to