My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

We came to the reception desk, but no one bothered to help us. Someone came to the desk and asked if there was any girl who would prefer to spend the night outside this place, and the receptionist handed

him a number plate without further instructions.

I was a little confused and asked, "What is that?"

Yana explained, "That's a number plate. At places like this, there are just way too many patrons who are from different social levels, therefore places like this would often provide different services to cater to their customers, too. That guy from earlier must be a new customer who came here for a business trip, or maybe he wanted a new experience. The number plates have designated contact numbers on them. Customers like him can call those contact numbers, and the designated girls would be waiting for them upstairs."

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living upstairs, and they are all women. If there is a customer in need, someone will lead them to the right room. As you can see, they are running a business."

"I'm not sure about that, after seeing what happened outside earlier. But there's one thing I am sure of, which is that I don't think she is in contact with Mr. Shelley anymore, as he's getting married to the daughter of the Biden family in Jarold City. She's a socialite, and I heard that she just

I hesitated. "He's getting married to

like this. From what I heard, Miss Biden wanted to pull out of the marriage after finding out

been wary of Andrea, ever since I got to know Hendrix. I couldn't explain the feelings behind it. I was concerned about Hendrix's choices more than anyone else, ever since he showed me kindness. But now that I saw Andrea like this, I was not happy either. Although I knew that Hendrix would never leave me, I was aware that the only difference between Andrea and I was the Moore family. Speaking of which, it was ridiculous that one's family background could determine his or her confidence. They always said that

find Andrea, I stopped her and said, "Let's leave this place. There's nothing worth looking for anyway. It doesn't matter what

you want to see how

my head. "There's no