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.

on Jordan's email and opened the chat box's interface. After that, I took a screenshot of important chat records on the screen and put it in the

me, Arianna. I hope that this

selected the recipient,

clicked to send the

deleted the records after

the email, aware

did it in one shot.

returning the chat record to its previous interface, I finally felt relieved,

you doing?" Jordan's faint voice could be

as if someone had grabbed hold of

smacked my lips, triying my best to look as calm as possible. I opened the browser secretly, speaking impatiently, "What's wrong? I've been bored the entire day, and

soup. Putting the bowl aside, he took the

suspecting me?"

sharp tone, "You were the one

there. You should

me earlier if you

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

putting the computer aside with a straight face. Pushing the bowl to the

was neither