My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

"Where's Hendrix? The golf course has been controlled by Sebastian. Have you thought of a way to save him?" I asked while carefully observing the surroundings for fear of any changes. Before Evan could say anything, I saw the sitter coming over with the children in her arms, escorted by several bodyguards.

The children looked frightened by how fast she was walking. Aurelia was crying loudly. The heartwrenching sounds of her cries made me feel like my children had been greatly wronged.

I took a small step forward and took her into my trembling hands. She immediately quieted down and breathed a sigh of relief. My heart ached as I looked into her soft, innocent eyes. With the children taken care of, Hendrix was the only one left I was worried about.

"Madam, it's not safe to stay here for long. The president told us to wait for him at the dock."

Perhaps it was because he had been with Hendrix for a long time, Evan was very clear on just how to persuade me. After a moment of consideration, I decided to send the children out first.

When we arrived at the dock, Hendrix's men had already arranged for an evacuation ship. The others who had come to rescue us were rushing to the island from their ships. On one hand, they wanted to get rid of Sebastian's men. On the other hand, they were trying to buy Hendrix some time.

After settling the children down, I waited for Hendrix at the dock.

However, after more than ten minutes of waiting, he was still nowhere in sight. I was starting to feel antsy, so I grabbed Evan and asked, "Hendrix hasn't come out yet?"

a nervous frown, "He should

looked back at the ships that had started leaving in advance.

do that. You must stay

ship and abduct the children. Are you sure you want me to fight

the children, anyone but Hendrix would choose

that, I asked Mullen, "We're really going to be putting our lives at risk -will you be alright with this?"

Seeing that Evan had no other questions,

before. Things appeared calm on the

be completely indifferent to Hendrix's arrangement of the retreat,

much that there was no reason for him to leave any survivors. Perhaps his conscience had stopped him from killing

had to leave the call

was the first to notice me. He turned his head to me with

eyebrows immediately furrowed deeply, and his eyes were filled with reproach, as if

to walk over and stopped

He looked like a gentleman, not much different from the well-dressed man