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.

figure were both best of the best. Not to mention, she had bared her chest

reached the exit. Hendrix stopped too and turned back to

look as fierce as before. He raised

and finally said, "Hendrix,

me, his face slightly

understand why Hendrix was angry. Because Rowane's words, whether it

bottom line. His wrath birthed from

was about to leave, I pulled him and said, "I'm not

of the Roberts Group, an employee whom you had just commended at the annual dinner. If something happens to her, she's not just representing herself

Was it sympathy?

Partially.

few times that we had met. If I had

words, hence why I felt compassion. It was natural for people to

for the women around him, I believed that Hendrix knew how to deal with them better

compromised. He raised his hand, beckoned to an attendant of the Emperor Club, and passed on some instructions. He then looked towards me and asked,

nodded and grabbed him with a smile, saying,