My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

With that, Milleon got up and walked out before I had a chance to be courteous. His footsteps were swift, as though he was afraid that I would keep him here to get to the bottom of things. Seeing his comical demeanor, I couldn't help but laugh. This man was becoming very interesting. After picking Anne up in the afternoon, I immediately told the driver to take us to the Moore Villa. When we entered, a few servants stood in two rows parallel to each other at the door and addressed us respectfully. Greetings were exchanged. I didn't know if I was being too suspicious or not, but I found the atmosphere in the house a little odd. We were just going to have a meal together, but all these servants were standing by, it seemed quite exaggerated. "You're back," Valerie announced. She had been waiting in the living room for quite some time. The moment we entered the house, she came over to hold Anne and gushed, "Anne, did you miss me?" "Yes, Grandma! Why haven't you come to visit me for such a long time?" pouted Anne. "I had work to do. When I get my salary, I'll buy some beautiful clothes for you. Do you want them?" teased Valerie. "No! I want to work and buy them by myself!" Anne huffed. "Oh? Naha, my granddaughter is such an ambitious child. Well, I'll be waiting for that day..." said Valerie. The both of them, the old and the young, were chatting happily. Perhaps it was because they hadn't seen each other for a very long time. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Pedro was sitting on an armchair in the middle of the living room after snuffing out the cigar in his hand. He was making tea at the time. His movements were slow and meticulous. He was in his fifties and his every move exuded the charm of a mature man. It was easy to imagine how romantic he was when he was younger. I walked over, sat down on the sofa next to him, and greeted him with a faint smile, "Dad." Pedro nodded gently in acknowledgement and placed one of the cups of tea in front of me. "Have a taste of this year's harvest of green tea." "Alright," I answered while picking up the teacup and took a sip. Then, while smiling and nodding slowly, I added, "It has a sweet aftertaste. It's not bad." Pedro didn't reply and poured another serving of tea for me. Before dinner, Valerie tried to build a closer connection with Anne, but Anne whined about wanting to complete her homework in the study. Valerie couldn't win her over, so she followed along to tutor her. As soon as they went upstairs, a servant came in to report, "Master Moore, a guest has arrived." "Show them in," he ordered, without batting an eye as he blew on his tea cup leisurely. He didn't seem surprised at all. Wasn't it a family dinner tonight? Just as I found this bizarre, the sound of footsteps could be heard from behind me. The proclaimed 'guest' had already walked in. Curious, I turned around to have a look. It was a man I didn't recognize. He was dressed in a white shirt and a black windbreaker. A hand-woven cashmere scarf was draped over his neck, and his attire looked expensive. However, my mind was in a mess, and I couldn't remember anything about this person. I could tell that he wasn't someone I knew or had crossed paths with. On the other hand, the man appeared to be poised and at ease. He walked in and met Pedro's gaze. When he saw me, he smiled warmly and strode towards me. "Miss Reid," he greeted humbly while gently reaching out his hand, "I'm Santiago. Santiago Jenkins." Santiago Jenkins? Was he the Santiago who had taken away billions from capitalists in Miesville's stock market overnight and disappeared without a trace? When Bate Coin was at its peak, Emma often mentioned the positive side of news that related to stocks to me. Santiago was among the well-known figures. I never expected that someone as esteemed as him would actually appear in front of me. Emma's admiring and reverent face popped up in my mind. I reached out politely and shook hands with him while adding, "I've heard a lot about you." "Santiago's already here?" Valerie said. Somehow, she heard what was going on and came downstairs in a blink of an