My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

But Hendrix had no intention of compromising as well.

"What I can tell you is still the same. You have no right to question the decision made by the highest authority."

Rowane snorted in disbelief. "I have no right to question? Is this the answer you're giving me? You really think my subordinates will be satisfied with this?"

Rowane graduated from abroad. She made a name for herself in the country's Al industry, which was also the reason for her arrogance. It was just that she didn't recognize clearly that the person she was facing right now was Hendrix, a warrior who was about to enter the world's battlefield.

Hendrix's expression changed drastically as Rowane continued to test his limits. He stood up with one hand banging on the table and turned around to walk up to her front. The distance between them was only the size of a fist, and he fixed his gaze on her in a condescending manner. His dark eyes were gloomy as if he was an evil spirit that had crawled out of hell. With a sinister voice, he warned, "If you say one more word, I'll make the entire Research and Development

disappear as you

was something

ruthless Hendrix was. She nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and avoided his gaze. She picked

line. If she had spoken nicely, Hendrix wouldn't have spoken so harshly. They were both doing that for the sake of the company. No one was right or wrong. Rowane's

expression eased when he heard my voice. He sat down again, picked up his cutlery and said as he ate, "Do you think it's possible? I spent hundreds of millions of dollars on it. I'll

you tell Rowane the truth just now?" Hendrix paused and turned his head to look at me, saying, "As I said, a technician is not qualified to

manner. I continued, "As a shareholder of Roberts Group, may I ask you, Mr. Roberts? Why would you

saw that on Twitter. I was going to ask him anyway, but Rowane ruined