My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"B*tch, how dare you call the police!" the man, Johnson, roared at me.

There was a deep scar on his nose that ran all the way to the corner of his mouth. He became ferocious due to the adrenaline coursing through him. When he heard what I had said, he angrily raised his hand, swinging his fist.

I subconsciously stretched out my hand to block the attack, but Freya was the first to strike as she kicked the man in between his legs.

"Argh! F*ck!" he screamed, feeling the pain while covering his crotch and kneeling, struggling in agony.

"How dare you touch my friend! You must be asking for death!" Freya growled as she stared down at the man from above without a glint of weakness in her eyes.

Then, she shielded me behind her. In the distance, several bodyguards of the Moore family were charging towards us. They were a group of young men in suits and sunglasses, rushing over together, which grabbed a lot of attention.

When Johnson heard them approaching, he turned back toward us and was determined to go all out.

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hastily and doused the liquid from the bottle onto Freya's face while taunting, "Go

but her high heels had gotten stuck within the cracks of the floor tiles. We lost our balance and

the slosh of the liquid in the air, but Freya turned

I cried, "Look out!"

Freya yelped, "Argh!"

of my eyes.

I cried out, watching her face turn red from the pain while she fell

succeeded, Johnson flung the bottle away and

out of this dangerous place. Certainly, they had also contacted the authorities. She was then rushed to

was very likely that it could not repair itself. Hendrix was the first person to call me on the phone. When he did, I was sitting right at the door of the operating room. The phone rang several times, but I did not pick up until the bodyguards left me. "What took you so long to answer the phone?" Hendrix scolded, his voice slightly furious. Even as we were not speaking face to face, I could

sorry, Freya is still in the operating room, and I was in too much of a panic," I replied feebly,

with a natural desire for beauty. Freya had a fit figure and delicate skin. Her favorite outfits were s*xy off-shoulders and clothes that revealed her back. However, it seemed that she might not get to wear her beloved garments for the rest of her life now. It was too cruel