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?"

with a nervous frown, "He should be

had started leaving in advance.

one to do that. You must stay in

leave, someone might attack the ship and abduct

it was up to protecting me or the children, anyone but Hendrix would choose the latter with no

be with me. Will that ease your worries?" As soon as I said that, I asked Mullen, "We're really going to be putting our lives at risk -will you be alright with this?" Mullen's eyes were gleaming as she said,

Evan had no other

same posture as they were before. Things appeared calm on the surface but in reality, they were as tumultuous as

Hendrix's arrangement of the retreat, which made no

him to leave any

had to leave the call

the first to notice me. He turned

When he saw me, his thick eyebrows immediately furrowed deeply, and his eyes were filled with reproach, as if he were questioning me why I was

forced myself to walk over and stopped beside

a gentleman, not much different from the well-dressed