My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 1999

I parted my lips, adjusted my face, and leaned over to hold his arm. "Well, there will be a lot of people watching. Don't let them gossip. Cheer up."

Hendrix didn't respond. He looked down at me and smiled. "It's my duty to cooperate with you."

He was being very compliant, but as I looked into his eyes, I felt that something was wrong.

We went straight into the building. When the elevator doors swung open, the entire floor was filled with company staff who were waiting for us. When they saw Hendrix, they all greeted him respectfully, "Good morning, President!"

Hendrix kept calm and took me through the corridor.

Naomi, the manager, followed him obediently. She was only as tall as Hendrix's shoulder, but she still bowed politely and said, "President, what a surprise to see you. We didn't have time to prepare for your visit. Which department are you going to inspect? I'll arrange things for you right away."

Hendrix didn't respond and entered the office. He carefully brought me to the sofa to sit down. I leaned back, crossed my legs, and placed one hand on the armrest. He then asked, "Ryan, are you familiar with the company's policy on staff management and resignations?"

"That's one of the core responsibilities of the personnel department. Naturally, I am well aware of it." Ryan said humbly.

with the resignation procedure. From today onwards, remove me from all associated responsibilities in the group," Hendrix

his forehead was glistening with cold sweat. He nervously asked while he was wiping away his sweat,

any company had to dismiss the

his face went blank. His

trembled and

standing next to him walked over to him and whispered into his ear, his face immediately lit up

contact someone with the

ahead," Hendrix said politely. He began tapping on the armrest with his fingers,

just to leave the Roberts Group. But by doing it this way, we would get the attention from someone from the Marshall family. This would ensure the message gets sent in case Aaron didn't manage to. I didn't stop him

the Marshall family showed

it wasn't Jordan.

had a terrible feeling. I thought we could get Jordan

Hendrix's hands last time. When she saw him again, her eyes still looked fearful. There was a space to sit right next to Hendrix, but she circled around, walked opposite from where

to be dismissed from the company,

meaningfully. Suddenly, he beckoned to me. "Everything is up to your sister-in-law. You can speak to