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.

interface. After that, I took a screenshot of important chat records on the screen and put

"It's me, Arianna. I hope that this can come in handy. You don't have

that, I selected the

to send

deleted the

closed the email, aware

one shot.

chat record to its previous interface, I finally felt relieved, breathing a

are you doing?" Jordan's faint voice could

a chill down my spine as if someone had grabbed hold

wrong? I've been bored the entire day, and yet I can't read the news on the Internet? Do you really think I'm

the bowl aside, he took the

you suspecting me?" I spoke

were the one who brought me here and put

right there.

earlier if

it. Don't treat me like a

aside with a straight face. Pushing

was neither annoyed