My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The Moore family was very powerful, and there were quite a number of reporters present during Freya's ribbon-cutting ceremony. Therefore, I could not stay with Hendrix all the time. On the contrary, I spent most of my time by Freya's side.

Of course, there was also Zachary.

The both of us were absent-minded, but Frey a was on brand as usual. Whether it was talking to reporters or friends who'd come to congratulate her, she was able to deal with the whole process with ease. It was as if she did not notice the tension brewing.

This made me even more anxious and uncomfortable. I couldn't bear to see her being kept in the dark. Then again, I worried about whether she could accept the truth if she knew.

Finally, the event was over. Freya, as the host, went with her assistant to see her guests off. Zachary and I stayed at the venue.

As he watched Freya walk into the elevator, Zachary tugged at his neck tie and appeared very uneasy.

"You're the one who called her here?" I couldn't even bring myself to be cordial and put on a long

face.

Zachary glanced at me and did not reply. His expression turned even more ugly.

I knew you were good at teaching, but little did I know that your ability to two-time is even

my best friend. Mr. Holt, you'd better remember what you said. I hope there won't be a

came here this day. To me, her audacity to do this was an utter humiliation to Freya. One could only fully understand the hatred through personal

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me, I deliberately lowered my head

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for people to put

conversation and naturally walked over to Freya. He held Freya's hand and greeted her kindly, "You've worked hard today. Leave the rest to your employees. Go

seemed like I was not

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