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.

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

added the words, "It's me, Arianna. I hope that this can come in handy.

I selected the

clicked to send

deleted the records after

email, aware of the

in one shot. It was

to its previous interface, I finally felt relieved, breathing a sigh

you doing?" Jordan's faint

down my spine as if

opened the browser secretly, speaking impatiently, "What's wrong? I've been bored the entire day, and yet I can't read the news

of chicken noodle soup. Putting the bowl aside, he took the

suspecting me?"

were the one who

there. You should

me earlier

look at it. Don't treat me like a thief.

with a straight face. Pushing the bowl to the table

was neither