My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

With me as a bargaining chip, Kaleb seemed to have calmed down significantly. He looked at Hendrix and sneered, "Mr. Roberts, is this your whole squad? What about your base?" Hendrix's face darkened as he said again in a deep voice, "Let go of her."

As he spoke, he had already taken out the weapon at his waist and pointed it at us.

Seeing this, I involuntarily heaved a sigh of relief. I couldn't wrap my head around all this.

But I did figure a few things out. It seemed that Kaleb had inquired about my identity before coming here; that was why he had deliberately brought me here.

He dragged me towards the door. I saw the beads of sweat on Evan's forehead, and knew how anxious he was at the moment.

This had been a trap that Hendrix specifically set up for Kaleb, but he had not expected me to be here.

All of a sudden, Kaleb grabbed me forcefully by the neck, and a voice came from his earpiece.

It was Tiago. "Mr. Kaleb, the explosives are ready.

We're awaiting your orders."

of replying, he simply dragged me back. He looked at Hendrix's cold face. "Hendrix, I'm about to defeat you again,"

door. "Hendrix, they're going to blow the place up! Don't worry about

was thrown into the car by Kaleb, and the place thundered with the overwhelming sound of gunshots. I couldn't make out what

the car was suddenly stuck in place as two cars rammed against its front

ringing that echoed it. Kaleb dragged me hard and pushed me

holding the gun hesitated because of

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my neck tightly. After that, I was forcefully dragged down from the car by him. He then shouted at Hendrix, who was chasing after him, "If you don't want her to die, then

sharp pain instantly shot through my body. My arm seemed to have been penetrated by a

voice rang out. "Everyone,

an instant, the rowdy environment

from the wound. I could think of nothing but the harrowing pain that

in a cold sweat. When I looked down, I realized that my arm

dying was terrifying,

a layer of tears.