My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2010

I never believed that the Marshall family understood the concept of 'blood runs thicker than water'.

Money doesn't grow on trees. Since the Marshall family was paying so much attention to Wynn, they must have something up their sleeves.

Ten minutes later, a deep male voice suddenly spoke from inside the living room.

"Jordan's here."

I turned around and saw Hendrix at the stairs. He was making his way down.

Upon hearing him, Jordan and Wynn put down their things and stood up together.

"Brother," Jordan called out and said, "I heard that you've been feeling unwell recently. I'm here to see you on behalf of Mum and Dad and to check up on Wynn as well"

Hendrix didn't reply. He walked over to the main chair, crossed his legs, and exuded his authority as the master of the house. Then, he said slowly, "Are you here to see me or to blame me?"

A look of astonishment flashed across Jordan's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He looked down and said, "Brother, you worry too much. We're just concerned about your health. Father always said that you can take a vacation any time you want. The position of president will always be yours."

you?" Hendrix didn't even give him a chance to breathe. He leaned forward and looked at him in an extremely oppressive way. He asked coldly, "You are a son of the Marshall family. Your abilities aren't

though he had read my mind. There was an odd look in his eyes. Was he taking his anger out on the Marshall family because

feet to hid my anxiety. If anyone was to be blamed here, it would be Jordan. He was the one that pulled

ha..." Jordan smiled

out of it. "Brother, you're

of my abilities. Father also said that you're the most suitable for the

his eyes and revealed a smile

who

and reveal their intentions after a couple of words from

a minute

first to

inconspicuously look away fromet

Hendrix. "Brother, you should

now

are a

things that aren't up