My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1657

Matt hissed in pain.

He cursed, "You b*tch!"

Another slap made me feel dizzy and exhausted.

At this moment, the door suddenly burst open from the outside. A figure quickly rushed in and directly dragged Matt away from me, and knocked him down to the ground.

I opened my eyes in a daze. It was only when I was covered by a blanket that I realized that the person who had saved me was none other than the long-lost Hendrix.

"Are you okay?" His voice was a little hoarse. Probably because he had stayed up all night, his dark circles were a little deep. Without me, he cared less about his own body.

I shook my head and assured him.

Hendrix breathed a sigh of relief and sat me against the head of the bed. Then, he turned around and looked down at Matt, who was lying on the ground.

This was probably not the first time Matt had laid his hands on a taken woman. He spat and his attitude was still arrogant. "Hendrix Roberts, you have guts. How dare you hit me? You're dead now!"

Hendrix's eyes turned cold and dark. After a long time, he finally opened his thin lips and asked, "Which hand of yours touched her?"

Matt was stunned for a moment. Then, he immediately laughed and got up from the ground, holding his fat belly nonchalantly. He taunted, "Why, you want to break my hand? Huh... Who are you? You're just barely making business in Jarold City with money from the investment bank and protection from the Moore family. You don't think you can possibly mess with a Forbes, do you?"

Hendrix was silent. He turned to look at the door and said in a cold voice, "Come in."

Evan and a troop of bodyguards appeared at the door.

"Yes, Mr. Roberts?" Evan asked respectfully.

Hendrix looked coldly at Matt and said, "Break both of them."

Feeling uneasy, I anxiously grabbed Hendrix and asked the others, "How's Ian? Have you found Emma?"

Emma was the most innocent one. For the first time in her life, she was kidnapped, and dealing with bad guys like Sebastian. She was probably frightened badly.

As for Ian, although the knife wound was not fatal, it must have hurt badly. He hated me so much, but he still rushed to me desperately at the critical moment. He wanted to protect me. I couldn't help tearing up.

"Calm down." Holding my arm, Hendrix said helplessly, "I didn't know that Ian was injured."

"What?" I was stunned on the spot. "It's not Aaron who asked you to come?"

Hendrix shook his head. "It was Sebastian. He gave me the address and the picture of you."

What... Sebastian captured me, but leaked the news to Hendrix?