My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I pursed my lips and took a deep breath. Staring at him, I looked at John sternly and said, "Not only do I want your child's life, but also your wife's. She will experience what I have gone through."

When John collapsed onto the ground, Hendrix's pupils contracted slightly as he stared at me. The pain on his face was indescribable. "Arianna, you..."

I stared at John and interrupted him, "Tell me everything you know. If I'm satisfied with your answer, I will consider letting your wife go. Don't expect your superiors to protect you. The reason why I could even get my hands on your wife in the first place is because they have already gotten rid of you. You're useless to them now."

John was taken aback. He stopped his shrieking and suddenly regarded me with shock and disbelief in his eyes.

I didn't take it seriously at all. I just waited quietly for him to speak. After all, I was not in a hurry.

Hendrix glanced at me with a dumbfounded look. "When did you find out?"

since I woke up in the hospital. Naomi ending up drunk and deliberately letting me overhear Susan's whereabouts, even the number of

meant that this was all probably planned. I wasn't sure if she knew about Sebastian's plan, but after giving it some thought I guessed that she must

it was getting weaker and weaker. John was at a loss. He looked at me with tearful eyes and shouted, "Tell them to stop. I'll tell you

lips and looked at him coldly. "Don't worry. She won't die. After you

as he was hearing all the screams coming from his wife. He said, "It was Mr. Hathaway. He was the one who asked me to trap you in the tank. I was

the chair and said, "Who is Mr. Hathaway? Why don't I know this person?" "It's Bobbie Hathaway. He's the general manager of the

aback. It seemed that Bobbie was quite capable, to the extent that Sebastian was willing to entrust so many important

moment of silence, I looked at him and asked, "Who is the

in Jarold City. However, he rarely visits the Emperor Club, everything is basically handed over to

much do you know