My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1943

"You've found out." Jennifer paused before she continued righteously, "I was the one who applied for it under your name. What's wrong with that? You know that I've been sending people to look for her up until two years ago when they finally found her remains. I was afraid that you and Wynn would be saddened at the news, so I dealt with it myself."

Hendrix's gaze turned cold as he adjusted his necktie.

A person like him, who had always been quiet, had his own small tells to hint at how terribly upset he was right now. Although I was standing at a distance, I could sense the surge of murderous intent emanating from him.

Hendrix snorted, "Many people have told me that Arianna is still alive."

Jennifer scoffed and shot Evan a disdainful look, "Did Evan say that? Or was it the good-for-nothings of the Reid family? The body that was found had been tested. It was Arianna. What's there to doubt?" Hendrix lifted his chin arrogantly and uttered casually, "Both parties claim to be right. In this case, I will investigate to find out more about the woman who looks exactly like Arianna."

Hendrix's voice was cold and frightening. Jennifer was shocked by it.

Panicking, she exclaimed, "Hendrix, you don't believe me?"

"Action speaks louder than words, don't they?" Hendrix cast her a meaningful glance and walked towards the door.

I immediately came to my senses and hid behind the safety exit next to me.

As soon as they left, Jennifer's agitated voice rang out as she made a call, "Go and find out who Hendrix has been with recently! Don't leave anyone out!"

I slipped away in silence and arrived at the entrance to grab a taxi.

thought about

figure

instead quickly sent me away to question Jennifer. One had Marshall as a last name, the other was Roberts, but they

death certificate. In that case, why wasn't he surprised when he

found Arianna's DNA from that corpse, and I am not related to Wynn by blood. Was this the

things wouldn't have turned

past, all this trouble would

would clearly know whether I liked children, what enemies I had, and

wouldn't be strung along by

the corridor for a while

was taking notes, then he saw me. He smiled and greeted me,

to me, "The police want to know more about the case so that they cam solve it as soon as

nodded and poured out some water into

gotten

"No, I haven't."

by accident? Perhaps a business-related conflict

The Granger Group has always operated according to

motives, but

turned his attention towards me, he began questioning me, "Miss Reid, were