My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Milleon rushed to the door as he spoke. He looked both innocently funny and adorable.

It seemed that what happened just now between them was a misunderstanding. I was surprised that Milleon was so nervous when he heard that Serene might have to be admitted to the hospitals that he left his guests behind and took off. He really knew how to take pity on women.

Despite the fact that they were both enemies not too long ago, they were suddenly so concerned for each other, which was really suspicious.

There was still time for me to watch him, to see

whether he could be trusted.

"Since the master of the house has left, shall we go, Arianna?" Emma asked. It was likely that she was a little exhausted because she decided to leave once Milleon had left.

I had already greeted the rest of the people at the event, which meant that there was really no need for me to stay, so I nodded and agreed.

That night, the Koch family's birthday party was the top trend on Twitter's search engine. The party and the guests were among the hottest topics in discussion.

Twitter. I then caught a glimpse of a topic at the top

accompanies Serene to the hospital, Milleon left

the know would think that this was a

same picture. When I saw these posts, it had already been three hours since Serene disappeared. Several anonymous accounts posted constantly and updated the latest happenings. At present,

looked like she was

the page several times on impulse, expecting to see some news about Hendrix. However, all I got was news about the situation twenty minutes ago,

begun to suspect that Hendrix might

him, I still felt uncomfortable reading that

would be willing to allow their

was to blame too. He hadn't called in such a long time. Although he wanted to earn Serene's trust, it wasn't necessary for him to go to such lengths. She could sleep perfectly well in the hospital. It wasn't as if she couldn't afford to hire

it, the angrier I got. So

and said, "It's already late

same goes for you, no?" I asked with my voice