My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

By the time I left the hospital, it was nine o'clock at night. Due to Irvin's suicidal tendencies, I had decided to stay back just to check on him. I then returned home with Hendrix.

When our car drove back into the estate, we spotted from afar, two sports cars in front of the house. They were cool and very fashionable. The black and red colors clashed aggressively. A little further ahead there was a business car which didn't look like it was from Roberts.

Only Aaron was fond of cars in our family, but he had always been discreet about it. I've never seen him bring his car friends over to the house, so this appeared to be an unexpected group of guests. "Mr. Reid is a really interesting person. Since we get along so well, why don't you join us and make a lot of money with us?"

"That's a good idea. Let's make some money together!"

"Aaron, what do you mean by that? Explain yourself!"

When we were still at the doorway, we could hear a group of foreigners speaking with a heavy English accent. They were making a lot of noise.

I was shocked when I entered the room.

Some tall, dark-skinned men with ties and suits were standing by the couch in the living room. This was a rather amazing scene to behold. Aurelia was upstairs, lying at the edge of the stairs, peering through a gap. She gave me a mischievous look when she spotted me.

I shot her a warning look, signaling her to go back into her room. This had attracted the attention of those men.

Miss Reid,

attendance. I turned my face and met with the ingratiating

exaggeratedly large gold chain around his neck. This man was half a head

in between us, stopping the

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imposing posture even when he wasn't angry. He didn't say anything but everything he meant to say was written on his

tell how dangerous a certain region

man clearly knew what Hendrix was capable of and didn't take advantage of his overly arrogant attitude. He was about to give Hendrix a hug, but then decided to shrug his shoulders and took two steps

on, Mr Hendrix,

don't get angry." The

like a gentleman and introduced himself,

looked down and glanced at his black hand and

intention of shaking hands with this man

a while, Lucas awkwardly took his black hand back.

turned around to escort me towards the couch. As he walked me over, he asked

deep breath and stood up. He pointed to a corner and said,