My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The lady at the front desk blinked at me in astonishment before taking the money and nodded repeatedly. She was very efficient. In a short while, she had fruits and cakes distributed to the people who had created a scene in the hall. Except for the security guards who were guarding the elevator entrance, all the other security guards helped in distributing food and had sat down naturally amongst the crowd, starting to chat with them.

It happened to be around lunchtime so reporters were beginning to show up one after another. Due to to the lessons learned from the previous time, the reporters who came were pretty restrained.

After a while, the lady at the front desk ran to me, and said frantically, "Mrs. Roberts, these people are not Sonia's relatives at all. Someone paid them a hundred dollars a day to come here and create a ruckus These people are all strangers who dance in the park. When they heard that they'd get a hundred dollars a day, some of them even brought their grandchildren here, to get more money."

Upon hearing that, I was stunned for a moment. I originally thought that these people would at least have had some kind of relationship with Sonia's family, but now it seemed that the people behind this simply wanted to create some trouble for the Roberts Group.

the money to make them leave. Tell them that they should tell other people that Sonia has committed suicide. As for the rest, as long as it does not affect the interests of

desk nodded and left. I couldn't help but wonder who would go through so much trouble to smear the Roberts's reputation. What did the other

at the front desk gave me the recorded video and said, "Mrs. Roberts, those people have already left, and Sonia's parents are the only ones left. You are really smart. The people in the

the hall. The child looked a little frail. I didn't know if I was overthinking it, but

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in a slightly agitated tone, "Mrs. Roberts, my name is Estella Zanes. You can just call me Stella. It's my honor to be able to help

After a while, I received the video she

instant, the originally quiet hall suddenly became

parents crying in pain. Then, I looked toward Estella and