My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

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 dog!" I closed my eyes as I roared. After that, I opened my eyes again, glaring at him with angry eyes. Grinding my teeth together, I said, "Even if I was a b*tch, it has nothing to do with you. What gives you the right

was stunned at first, then became furious 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, I swallowed the discomfort

compare yourself with me." Jordan's face was cold, his eyes

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

tremble in front

fell for the other first could

facing me. His back was like a phantom, carrying a strong sense of oppression,

lived, they would be subject to discipline. However, when there was an exception,

stinky rat, proving lan's analysis to be accurate. Subconsciously, Jordan put himself lower than me, or he