My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

His family members were all dead, but their murderer was asking to let go of the small grievances. Who could easily let it go?

"I don't know much about Hendrix's matter. Besides, we're divorced. I can't say anything about it." I could not smile any more. There was no expression on my face, and I tried my best to maintain modesty to show Eddison respect.

Eddison's purpose was crystal clear. He wanted to test the relationship between Hendrix and I, and also wanted to inquire about Hendrix's determination from me.

They had obviously exchanged information with Sebastian. They knew that Hendrix was just furious for me and the children, so naturally, they would not believe in our divorce easily. After all, if the divorce was true, they would lose their best bargaining chip to tie Hendrix down.

Since Eddison had come personally, it proved that they were still afraid of the Reid family's power. I naturally had no need to cower and let them have their way.

soon as I finished speaking, Eddison's smile froze and his wrinkled eyelids narrowed

a leader, his imposing manner

felt his powerful aura, and

didn't intend to let

and the atmosphere instantly became tense. After a long time, Eddison turned his anger into a laugh. "You're indeed

go of my clenched fist, allowing the wind to dry the cold sweat on my palm. I wasn't

four people of their lives, including those from the Attwood family. Yet at this moment he mentioned it without any regret and fear. He was

Hendrix's grandfather, had refused to tell him the

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and I won't bother you. I happen to