My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

It was scary when you didn't know who your opponent was, but that didn't apply to Sebastian. Although I knew him very well, I could never imagine how twisted and sinister his mind was.

"Sir, how should we deal with this guy?" As she spoke, Rachel rubbed her knife against Irvin's neck. Her face was filled with excitement and anticipation to draw blood.

It turned out that Rachel was Sebastian's subordinate. In this way, those weird things she had said to me started to make sense.

Hearing this, Sebastian walked over and stopped half a step away from us. After a few seconds of silence, he kicked Irvin to the ground.

Sebastian seemed to have gotten stronger during his time abroad. Irvin fell to the ground and was dragged for some distance before he hit a wall, and stopped.

"I've given you a chance. Why didn't you cherish it?" Sebastian put his hands on his knees, bent over and looked at Irvin up and down as if he was observing a prey, "You have the audacity to go after my woman. What do you think I should do with you..."

Leaning against the wall, Irvin looked defiant, but he could not say a single word. It seemed that he was terrified of Sebastian.

"Sir, don't dirty your hands. Leave it to me." Rachel volunteered.

Rachel wanted Irvin's life more than

glance. After thinking for a

Rachel obviously had something

chance to finish. Instead, he shot her a cold look and

Rachel lowered her head and immediately apologized.

of the room. When she returned, she was followed by two armed foreign men with guns, who carried Irvin out

Irvin gave me a strange look, but

all burst into tears, and

go and talk somewhere

reality. As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead and walked out. Rachel stood at the door and stared at me meaningfully. I was shocked and followed her. Sebastian didn't leave the underground factory, but rather, took me in

we

a stone bed and a fluorescent light bulb hanging from the

closed the door, leaving only Sebastian and me

turned his back to me and rested one hand on the stone bed. He walked slowly around its edge, appearing deep in

time, he finally broke the