My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1675

As he spoke, he sat down with us.

Freya scoffed at his words and nudged me with her elbow. She sneaked a glance at me and thought to herself, "Look at what he had done. He came without an invitation, but he's acting like the host in the blink of an eye. He's not easy to deal with!"

I smacked my lips and signaled her not to act rashly.

The one we were facing was a poisonous snake, whose hands would not be stained with blood when he slaughtered.

"How can I help you, Mr. Gavlin?" I smiled and acted like a housewife who didn't know anything.

The servant brought warm tea and Eddison took a sip. He replied while looking around the house, "I've been acquainted with Mr. Reid for so many years, this is my first time to visit the Reid Manor. Not bad, it's his style..."

I pursed my lips and the corner of my mouth twitched awkwardly. He was obviously an enemy, but when the words came from his mouth, he looked like a good friend that we hadn't met for years.

"Where is Mr. Reid?" Eddison suddenly asked.

I answered, "He went on a business trip. I heard that he had a few supervision duties in his subordinate's city. He can't come back in a short time."

Eddison heard my response and then laughed. "Oh, right, that's it! How could I forget such a matter of importance? Mr. Reid is our role model. He's always dedicated to work. I'm embarrassed that I'm not as hardworking as him!"

Since Eddison didn't say it clearly, I continued to pretend to be confused. "Yes, it is true that Jarold City could develop to such a stage because of my godfather and your generation. Young people like us will never be able to catch up with you in our lifetime."

Eddison raised his eyebrows and stared at me with his shrewd eyes. He spoke faintly, "I'm very optimistic about the business prospects of Roberts Group. Mr. Roberts is also a rare talent. In the future, he will be a leading figure in developing Jarold City's economy, so he should broaden his horizons. The small grievances in the past should be put aside as well. Only in this way can he grow, right?”

Hendrix's parents died a tragic death, even his unborn sibling had been sacrificed. How could this be a small grievance? How could Eddison say that so easily?

Eddison phrased it like a small thing, and I understood Hendrix's perseverance in an instant.