My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Maybe it's because Freya wanted to vent and this just so happened to be the perfect outlet for her.

But we're adults, after all. We shouldn't act so recklessly.

"Forget it, Freya. You'd only bring trouble to yourself and the Moore Family if you do this!" I hugged her tighter, unwilling to let go. Freya was tired from all the struggling. She let out a helpless sigh and gradually calmed down.

"Don't worry," she said, rolling her eyes.

"I won't let you go unless you promise not to attack her!"

Freya felt hopeless and then said impatiently, "I promise."

"Are you satisfied now?"

Only then did I loosen my grip a little, still slightly cautious.

Freya did as she said. She began to tidy up her clothes as soon as got free and didn't look at Andrea anymore. "I'll spare you this time."

she pleased. By saying this, she proved that I still mattered

laugh out loud, I forced the corners of my mouth upwards and said with

of Jarold City? Aren't you the only daughter of the Moore Family? Don't you have the guts

child that

face fell. Her eyes looked colder than before. Compared to how

there between annoyance

you didn't like someone, you could ignore or complain about that person. At most, you

them, you would want to skin your enemy

was a brainless woman. She exaggerated about everything and she often gave herself away easily. Anyone could escape

was someone who succeeded in

Andrea would never live a peaceful life ever

different than those country bumpkins who can't keep their men satisfied. I've died once before: What haven't I experienced? You have

more unpleasantries. Every word she uttered hit Freya's sore spot and I couldn't bear it any longer. I glared at her fiercely and snarled,

but it will only officially be yours after Anne

say this. She wanted to refute me, but I didn't give her the chance to. "I am only allowing you to manage the club temporarily on Anne's behalf Did you think this arrangement would last forever?