My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Everything happened so quickly. I acted on my instincts and applied pressure onto the staff member's wound while waiting for help.

There was pin- drop silence. The crowd had naturally split up into two groups. The men under Andrea stood upright and still with their strong auras, serving as a warning to whoever that went against them that things would not end well for them. Whereas the few staff members that were grateful to Anne had gathered at a corner. Their eyes were filled with fear and anxiety. They were afraid that they would be next. Earning money was secondary when it came to running a business. Once you've lost yourself to greed, then everything is over.

Looking at Anne, she was staring at us blankly as if everything that happened earlier had nothing to do with her at all. That made my heart twist into a knot. She might have been blinded by a momentary burst of anger, but what she didn't know was that it came at the expense of destroying her dreams.

This moment of disappointment made me very uncomfortable. I looked at Anne and lectured her like she was my own daughter, "Moanna Reid, are you going to just sit there and watch your staff, who have worked around the clock for you, get beaten up?"

She looked up at me and replied calmly, "People should be punished for their mistakes. Dad has handled it very well."

"Do you even hear what you're saying right now, Anne?" I couldn't believe my ears. He was beating someone to death. Was this considered well handled in her eyes?

This was the first time I ever looked at her with such a harsh gaze. A hint of discomfort flashed across her pupils. She then lowered her eyes and refused to confront me.

I wasn't sure if she was afraid that I would question her further, but she stayed silent. After a moment of silence, she stood up, intending to leave the club. She then stopped in front of me, "Mommy, I think it's best that you go home and take care of your children, rather than staying here, worrying about others."

door which Hendrix had used earlier

me this out of good intentions, or was she threatening

she wouldn't threaten

comfort to myself Anne wasn't someone who would disregard the importance of a person's

so had Anne.

the sudden changes in the people that were so close

midst of

handle such a tiny matter? Or did you forget that Hendrix had always been this way? Cold, cruel, and merciless. Not to mention, neither Hendrix nor Anne were at

compromises."

bad in this realistic

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in the world for him to