My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I still refused to look at Jordan, but I suddenly remembered the computer in the room. Gaining a flash of inspiration, I changed my mind, looked at him, and said, "I'm tired, but I can't calm down. If you make me

a bowl of chicken noodle soup, I can consider it."

Jordan smiled but pretended to be serious. He ordered, "Wait upstairs."

Only then did I smile and run upstairs excitedly.

Reaching the door of the room, I felt worried. I turned back to the stairs and looked down. After making sure that Jordan was in the kitchen, I hurried back and closed the door before rushing to pick up the computer.

I was lucky. Jordan didn't shut off his computer, so the screen was in standby mode. When the screen lit up, it showed the dialog box.

I swallowed nervously. After making sure Jordan didn't come back, I scrolled through the chat history.

Sure enough, they were excluding Hendrix from this deal, or he might be their actual target.

I wanted to log into my account to transfer the information, but it would leave a log-in record. If

Jordan came in all of a sudden, I would not be able to delete it.

Anxious, I caught a glimpse of the mail icon on the table, and I instantly understood what I could do.

I took a screenshot

that this can come in handy. You

selected the recipient,

to

the records

closed the email, aware

one shot. It was

returning the chat record to its previous interface,

Jordan's faint voice

my spine as if someone had

impatiently, "What's wrong? I've been bored

chicken noodle soup. Putting the bowl aside, he took the computer away. After looking through carefully, he

suspecting me?" I

sharp tone, "You were the one who brought me

right there.

earlier if you

Don't treat me like a thief. I'm a

aside with a straight face. Pushing the bowl to the table in

neither annoyed