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?"

nervous frown,

that had started

the one to do that. You must stay in a safe place

the ship and abduct the

but Hendrix would choose the latter with no hesitation. As expected,

putting our lives at risk -will you be alright with this?" Mullen's

looked at her, nodding solemnly. Seeing that Evan had no other questions, I turned

same posture as they were before. Things appeared calm

to Hendrix's arrangement of the retreat, which made

Hendrix so much that there was no reason for him to leave any survivors.

it may be, I had to leave

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

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

walk over and

He looked like a gentleman,