My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix was about to carry out his stupidity to the end.

Since he didn't intend to bring me along for the ride, it was reasonable for me to respond however I liked, right?

So, why did I have to stand by while my husband spent our shared resources to support an artist who had no commercial value?

After thinking for a moment, I smiled and looked at Andrea calmly. "Yeah, I get it now."

"But," I deliberately spoke louder, "Have you signed a contract? A verbal agreement can be voided at any time."

"Of course." As expected, Andrea thought I was going to pull her leg. "The contract is done and dusted. Were you planning on doing something? It's too late!"

Without waiting for me to reply, she started talking again, "Oh, do you think Hendrix is afraid that you will make trouble, or perhaps he doesn't care about you at all?" She started laughing madly.

She wanted to drive home the point that Hendrix didn't care about my feelings at all.

However, I was not interested in that now. Since the contract had taken effect, it meant that Andrea was now an employee of the Roberts Group. As a major shareholder, I had to be responsible and take good care of her, right?

her was a clever person. He knew that she might end up miserably if she offended me. He anxiously tugged on the corner of Andrea's clothes.

he even threw

For the sake of her manager, I considered temporarily giving Andrea

came out. When he saw Andrea, he frowned and

and rolled her eyes, acting as

eyes lit up. What? Hendrix and Andrea were reunited,

eyes, Evan looked embarrassed and quickly changed the

one side and made a gesture

going to leave anyway. Hence, I walked

a few steps, Andrea shouted in a

can I do for you, Miss

naturally, "It's not a big matter. My assistant just asked for leave today and couldn't come.

and said, "No problem. I'll send Mrs. Roberts off and

his face and was going to send me off. However, Andrea