My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He withdrew his hand. Grinning, he took out a few cash notes from his wallet, then folded and stuffed them between Rowane's cleavage.

With his utmost gentlemanly smile, he said, "This is a tip for your performance. I have a thing for cleanliness so I can't stand someone who's available for everyone's pleasure. This money is enough for you to hail a cab home." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

A direct stab with a knife may only hurt one physically, but these mocking words were even more hurtful than a knife.

Rowane's face instantly turned ghostly pale.

Hendrix's words were undoubtedly categorising her as one of the wh*res from the red light district.

Her soul and self-esteem had all been trampled beneath his feet.

She looked at Hendrix; droplets of tears condensed on her curled up eyelashes and slowly fell.

Hendrix got up. He elegantly placed his wallet back into his pocket, then reached out to hold me and walked towards the exit.

A heart-rending cry sounded from behind. As I followed behind Hendrix, I turned around to see a crowd gathering around Rowane.

No matter how high-end and clean a nightclub was, there were still people hidden in the shadows lurking around. There were also people from all walks of life there.

were both best of the best. Not to mention, she had bared her chest just now, so she

we reached the exit. Hendrix stopped too and turned back to

before. He raised

moment and finally said, "Hendrix, she needs someone

fell on me, his face slightly darkening. He said, "Arianna, she isn't worthy of

angry. Because Rowane's words, whether it was sarcasm or mock,

bottom line. His wrath birthed from Rowane's

I pulled him and

If something happens to her, she's not just representing herself but also the Roberts Group. We just need to find someone to send her home and make sure she's safe. Nothing

Was it sympathy?

Partially.

we had met. If I had never heard of Eugene's previous words,

indeed heard those words, hence why I felt compassion. It was

was a long journey, after all. As for the women around him, I believed that Hendrix knew

sighed and compromised. He raised his hand, beckoned to an attendant of the Emperor Club, and passed on some

grabbed him with a