My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Ever since the Roberts Group moved their headquarters to Jarold City, the old estate was left abandoned. Even Uncle Trent and the rest rarely returned. Though Hendrix was busy, he still travelled back and forth frequently between the two locations.

My frown deepened subconsciously. It was no wonder Hendrix hadn't been able to get in touch with me; it seemed he still had something to do with this.

The answer must be at that old estate.

Seeing that I was lost in thought, the man reminded me, "My price only covers investigating Hendrix's whereabouts. I'll have to charge differently if you want to know about the estate."

"I understand. I will personally handle this. Please continue to follow Hendrix." It wasn't that I was worried about money, but the old estate was not a threat. If it harbored secrets that no one knew about, there was no need for too many people to be in the loop. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The man nodded and did not continue. He gave Mullen a sidelong glance, then rose to his feet and left.

Just as I was about to call out to him to ask for more details, Mullen suddenly said, "Boss."

I sat back on the sofa, puzzled.

"Jarold City has its own power in place. It's not our territory, so it might not be the best idea to go there."

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finished talking, I received a

middle-aged man with a rough voice. "Is this Arianna, Miss

is the matter?" I thought about how I had

of causing harm to others and has been detained by us.

their best

their issues.

a moment, I couldn't remember who they were. "Excuse me, could you tell me who had

side of the phone, and the police officer was asking someone,

came from the receiver, "Cyril

Cyril Zimmer?

was a rare family name

I did not have

the police did not give me more time to explain. "You heard him. Hurry

he immediately hung