My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix took the photo from my hand, walked along the table without changing his look of indifference and said sternly, "I don't know this woman."

"You don't?" Obviously, Lucas was having none of this. "Are you implying that we've staged this?"

This all began because of us. Having come this far, even if Hendrix had nothing to do with Andrea, Quinn and Lucas had still come all this way because of Hendrix's reputation. There was no way to shrug this off.

Based on the way Lucas was behaving, he also seemed to notice that something was wrong. Regardless, under every lie was the truth. I then interjected, "Mr. Lucas, please calm down. My husband doesn't mean that. Everyone here insists they are right, but the only way to know would be to check the authenticity of these photos. Mr. Lucas you're surrounded by very capable men, surely you can find someone to verify these photos?"

Despite Andrea's clever means of planting her fake evidence, she had overlooked one vital detail - she was already dead in Jarold City. Since she had changed her appearance and started over, she no longer existed as the woman who came on hard to Hendrix.

Naturally, we already knew what the results would be. We just had to convince this group of people about it.

Even though they earned their money from clandestine dealings ill-gotten gains, they still upheld a sense of righteousness and reason. When faced with the truth, even when proven wrong, they would not fly off the handle on the spot. This way, we could guarantee that the situation wouldn't spiral out of control.

Lucas frowned after hearing this. He screwed up face, completely giving away his weakness. He hesitated and said, "Of course I can..."

and understood the meaning behind

expert right now to verify this. Once we get the results, we'd then be able

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strategic relationship as soon as possible, they had forgotten to verify the authenticity

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case, Andrea had led a ticking time bomb to

used to flexing his muscles rather than his brain. A troubled expression gradually appeared on his face and