My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"You..." Although Rowane was angry, she still shut her mouth when she saw Evan's angry facial expression. She then turned around to scrutinize the machinery and then described the damage done in a loud voice.

I got that she was doing that on purpose, just so I would hear her.

It was then I noticed the marks on the wall, and I couldn't help but go up and took a closer look at them. The place where the machine had smashed into just then had a layer of white paint chipped off, revealing the bricks inside.

Seeing that I was looking at them carefully, Evan said, "Madam, there are too many people here and it's so chaotic. Why don't you head over into the office?"

I looked back at him and asked, "Was this base built by the Milton Group or the Roberts Group?"

Despite feeling that my question was strange, he still replied, "The Milton Group. What's the matter?"

I shook my head. Looking at the wall, I subconsciously knocked on it. It sounded hollow

to me.

However, nothing else looked out of the ordinary!

Reid, can you come over and verify the data?" Hugo came over with a large pile of documents in

gaze. I took the data from Hugo's hands and asked, "All of these

nodded as he replied, "It's almost the end of the month. I had to sort out these items earlier and report them to the higher-ups. I'm

scanned the files in my hands and nodded. Then, I asked, "Mr. Lance, are the

accordance with the management standards of a residential house. In order to ensure that the base is quiet, the foundation was built one and a half times wider. The walls

what I anticipated. I couldn't help but look at the spot that I'd crashed into just then. However, since Hugo

Hendrix sent me a text, telling me that

I went back to the hotel without having dinner. When I came

on the bed

in reply, "Have you had dinner? What

me, so I simply lied, "Yes, I have. What about you? Have you eaten?" "Yes, I'm eating now!" As he spoke, I heard the sound of glass clinking on

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damp, and it was hanging down on my back, causing my back to dampen. I couldn't help but turn over and

my lips, "A young woman? Or

"A young woman!"