My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Sebastian wore a gentle expression, but his cruel words made people shudder.

He paused and laid back in his chair in a more comfortable position. When he lifted his chin, there was a bright revolver in his hand.

"The game has officially begun." Sebastian shook the gun carelessly, but stopped between Hendrix and Nerissa, "You can stop hiding now. Come out here, Mr. Jordan."

As soon as he spoke, footsteps sounded in the corner not far away. The figure gradually came into sight under the streetlamp. It was Jordan.

He looked calm and collected. He had been there for quite a while, but we didn't notice him at all.

It was not surprising. The security on the island was tight, and the Marshall family was keeping tabs on Hendrix. We had been sitting here for the whole afternoon, so news of us being here would have naturally reached them.

However, it seemed that Jordan was not here for us. "I have underestimated you. Without my father's permission, you still came back to the island. Do you not fear the Marshall family?"

"Oh..." Sebastian smirked as if he had just heard a joke. He said coldly, "Jordan, you're pretty capable. I admire you. So, I will give you a chance. If you apologize to me now, I will let you go." Jordan raised his chin slightly and said calmly, "You should really know your place."

In the domain of the Marshall family, it was clear that Sebastian

not angry.

chair and stared vacantly at the

so similarly stubborn because you're brothers? It's really

are you waiting for?"

as he uttered the last sentence. As his

on this island forever!" The bodyguard nearest

Jordan did not expect

had spoken to him indifferently, not moving at all. After a while, he said with an ambiguous smile, "I've already said that you're a useless piece of sh*t, but my father didn't believe

too late

ice. "Now, it's your turn to put on a show, Hendrix. Do you want

that whichever decision Hendrix made, one would live while the other was destined

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unusually calm. He didn't even lift his gaze as he said,