My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

What kind of person was Jordan? He had never been treated like that before. He stared at Andrea for a second before he took out the small revolver that scared Emily so much that her legs went soft. He shot two bullets in succession, hitting the two muscled men surrounding me.

He then pointed the gun at Andrea, tilting his head. "Do you want to give it a try too?"

Obviously, Andrea did not want to die. She quickly closed her mouth as she shrank her neck and retreated to the wall, no longer baring her teeth and claws.

When the other muscled men heard the noise, they stopped harassing Hendrix and looked over. Seeing their companion lying on the ground injured, they thought that Jordan was there to rescue them. But due to the gun in his hand, they did not dare to act rashly.

Taking advantage of their inattention, Hendrix knocked all of them down within a few moves. After that, he lost his strength and collapsed onto the sofa, looking at Jordan with his eyes wide open. He had lost his fighting strength, but I could still see the reluctance in his dark eyes.

Jordan gave him a sinister look before putting away his gun. He stepped forward and undid my ropes. He took me in his arms and strode past the pool of blood on the ground, that was flowing out of the injured the muscled men.

Behind me, Andrea was shouting like a madwoman. I vaguely heard her screaming at those uninjured muscled men, trying to get them to carry out Hendrix's evil deeds until the end.

However, it was no use. When Jordan drove us out of the gate of the community, I saw the man who had just fled talking to other people by the roadside. Behind them was a police car flashing with red and blue lights.

Jordan did not bring me back to the Roberts, nor did he bring me to the villa where he and Naomi had stayed in. Instead, we went to a house in the distant suburbs.

a lot of time to drive up from the foot of the mountain. Other than the buildings around the house, there were no other houses. It was very in line with his personality, the one where he looked down on

He dragged me

more profound. I immediately frowned, covering my arm

was as

up straight on the

glared

him, telling

that his rudeness didn't scare me in

moment of confrontation, Jordan picked up a stack of magazines from the table next to him, throwing them at my

threat to my face and they were

photo of me knocking open Andrea's house.

the paparazzi used a unique headline that read, "Four people from a wealthy family, could you do it like

mouth twitched. These people were pretty professional to publish

this?" Jordan's tone