My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The suffocating atmosphere lasted less than a minute. Marcello held Amy's hand and fell to his knees with a thud. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in his chest.

In this silent judgment, they had been nailed to the cross, and it was hard to absolve themselves from the blame.

Everyone in the room was waiting for Hendrix to make his decision, but he sat there like an expressionless mountain. He let the situation be for a long time before turning around and waving his hand at Aurelia "Come here."

Aurelia was surprised for a moment, her eyes filled to the brim with tears. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears and walked fearlessly over as she pouted and silently sulked.

She definitely was a kid brought up by Aaron. Her big, blinking eyes showed no fear.

Hendrix stretched his hand out to pull her onto his lap, his hand caressing Aurelia's chubby little hand. His gaze met hers gently. "Are you afraid?"

Aurelia looked at Marcello and his wife. She turned back and shook her head in confusion. "No."

now that the two people kneeling on the ground

help but frown. A decision of this level

in Aurelia's eyes, it meant nothing to her. Who knew what kind of impact this would

and clear, as if she knew exactly what was going on. The words she blurted out

family. Strangers cannot be forgiven so casually. Otherwise, my family and friends, including myself, will be

like a man who would say

nature after escaping death so many times. He would not give anyone a chance to hurt himself except for his closest

clear-headed but

Aurelia finished speaking, Hendrix narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Did you hear

nodded

several bodyguards in suits and ties came in and shoved the couple

of the door, a shattering wail rang through the entire

with high education. They should have figured that Hendrix was not a kind man to have wealth of more than 10 billion at his