My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix seemed to want to win the charm game. He narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully, "I don't think investing only in Freya's company is enough. I have to own some of Golden Roof Restaurant's shares to stop you from messing around."

"Is that necessary?" Why was Hendrix craving so much control all of a sudden?

"Of course," Hendrix nodded and looked at me. "Controlling my wife's movements and ensuring her safety - that is my right and responsibility. Do you have any problem with it, Miss Reid?"

At the sight of his victorious glance, I subconsciously shrank my neck, feeling a sense of eeriness.

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"It's no problem at all." I shook my head innocently. How could I dare say anything else?

As soon as I finished speaking, I realized Hendrix's expression changed. It was suddenly gloomy and dark, and I didn't know who he was angry with.

have now, he's definitely not a good person.

the dim light on the ceiling illuminated over Hendrix, and I could only vaguely see the look on Hendrix's

in San Floda. Moreover, he fired tens of thousands of lower-level employees, destroying tens of thousands of families. They did wicked things and couldn't stay any longer, so they were forced to return to the country. People like them

of Santiago's

clean. It was no

the money; he knew it was no

the foundation of someone else's money

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unaware of it if

push

it didn't make

meant that they may have been threatened. What did

thought came to my mind. Perhaps he shouldn't be the only one I look into; I