Looking at the exaggeration, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I couldn't tell why Jordan was mad. I cleared my throat, putting away my smile before I deliberately echoed in all seriousness, "Indeed, if I were the boss, I would give a raise to the person who took those photos-"

Halfway through my sentence, Jordan grabbed my jaw, lifting me up.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Jordan raised his eyebrows and his eyes were cold. "You're really giving your all for Hendrix, aren't you?"

It seemed that this was what he was concerned about. He was unhappy when he saw that I had no bottom line whenever it came to Hendrix.

Grasping the hand grabbing my jaw for a chance to breathe, I rebutted, "Do you even know me? I could even give up my relationship with my brother, so why else should I care?"

when he pointed that gun at Evan, "I just never expected you to be so despicable. Do you know that whenever you approached Hendrix, the gaze you give him and your action around him is like a dog wagging its tail!" "So what if I'm a

as he exerted his strength. "Arianna, don't act like you know what's good for you!" "Likewise." A pungent smell spread out from my mouth. Trying hard not to feel gag,

Jordan's

don't ever give up on me. I'm indeed cheap to be his plaything, but at least I'm honest. What about you? You don't even have the guts to be honest with yourself, hiding in a shady corner like a stinky rat, peeking at me like you used to peek

in

who fell

a fit. He turned his back, no longer facing me. His back was like a

when there was an

him a stinky rat, proving lan's analysis to be accurate. Subconsciously, Jordan put himself lower

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