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."

was clear that Sebastian

was not angry. He

into his chair and stared vacantly at the space before him.

"Are you both so similarly stubborn because you're brothers? It's really annoying.

are you waiting for?"

sentence. As his voice

on this island forever!"

Jordan did

but he calmed down almost instantly. He glanced at the bodyguard who 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

too late to fix your

Hendrix, and his face instantly turned as cold as ice. "Now, it's your turn to put on a show, Hendrix. Do you

that whichever decision Hendrix made, one would live while the other was destined to stay on this island

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