My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1752

However, according to Hendrix, he had never noticed it. But the company still spread rumors about Estella, which could only prove that Estella was very cunning.

Hendrix did not intend to let me off so easily. He continued on, "By the way, I haven't eaten food cooked by you for a long time. I miss it a little."

"What?" I was lost in my thoughts, and it took me a long time to realize that he was flirting with me, so I joked deliberately. "Oh, you want a homemade lunch from me? Nope."

Hendrix's expectations were dashed, and the light in his eyes dimmed a lot. He was disappointed and looked helpless on the phone screen.

I said, "But... tomorrow is the weekend. If someone wants to come to Reid Manor to see his children, I wouldn't mind preparing a meal for one more!"

"Okay, see you tomorrow night." Hendrix chuckled and then hung up the call in a good mood.

I found that this man was actually very easy to deal with. He was like a cat. If you paid a little attention to him, everything was negotiable.

After putting down the phone for a while, Freya came in again. Seeing that I was not talking with Hendrix anymore, she went to fetch her bag, ready to leave.

She asked, "I have something to deal with in my company. Shall we head there together?"

"But Estella hasn't come back yet. How about all these documents on the table?" I asked.

Freya shrugged her shoulders and spread out her hands. "Who cares, just leave them here for her to clean it up. You still haven't understood the essence of kicking someone down, huh? The thought of 'consideration for the rival' is not allowed."

Two minutes later, the green light lit up. The driver revved his engine and slowly moved away from that dangerous place. I looked coldly at the scene of the bar falling behind the car, indifferent.

Half an hour later, the car finally drove into Jarold City's more affluent residential district. After turning the corner, I saw a prominent blue sports car parked at the gate of the Reid Manor from a distance. When the car got close, I saw that Zoel was standing next to the car.

With my rigid impression of him, I was somewhat surprised at that moment. Zoel had no contact with the Reid family, so he must have been waiting for me outside.

After asking the driver to stop the car, I opened the door and walked towards him.

Zoel saw me coming towards him. He took the initiative to greet me. "Miss Reid."