My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1332

He nodded and looked at me. "Then you must have a way to get it."

I frowned and refused immediately. "No!"

He chuckled and looked at me, "Of course, you can give me something else in exchange, but I don't know if you are willing or not."

I hesitated and looked at him. "What?"

He pointed at me with his slender fingers. "You!"

I was taken aback. I looked at him with a frown and didn't understand what he meant.

He smiled and said, "Why? Can't you tell that I've been quite interested in you?"

I almost spat out a mouthful of water and stared at him. I remained dazed for a while.

He ignored my shock and said slowly, looking at me, "When I first saw you at the auction in Ucrebury, you were not beautiful, but you were very eye-catching. Perhaps because you were with Hendrix, so I paid special attention to you at that time. Then in the cemetery, you probably didn't know that it was me who sent people to attack you all, but I didn't plan to hurt you at all. I just wanted to have a proper talk with you. I didn't expect that we would meet because of that. Later, I always wanted to get to know you in some way, but I couldn't find any chance. Just then, you went to Asherton, and happened to be in my company and coincidentally, you knew Michael too. It seemed that things were lined up perfectly, so that was how we got to know each other."

I looked at him in disbelief. "Are you the president of the Andar Group?"

Tina and Rainie didn't have any background, but Naomi didn't come from an ordinary family. She was taken to Myanway at that time, and it seemed that Master Attwood had never mentioned it since she came back.

Seeing my serious face, Sebastian smiled faintly, cold and coy. "Do you remember the good days we spent in Myanway and Western Europe?"

I pulled a long face. Before the waiter could serve me coffee, I stood up and was ready to leave. Sebastian stepped ahead and stopped me. He gazed at me and spoke, "Your daughter doesn't have much time left, Miss Reid!"

He laughed as he said these words. There was no sympathy or worry in him. He was just gloating. I was disgusted by his attitude and said coldly, "What are you going to do?"