My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1823

Beep... beep...

And then the call was cut off. He didn't pick up the phone.

Hendrix had always been a light-sleeper and he seldom let his calls go to voicemail. Something must have happened to him.

I held the phone for a few seconds, then I clicked into WhatsApp and started a video call with Evan.

After a while, Evan answered the call. Behind him was a bright coloured wall.

"Madam Reid, what's the matter?" Evan asked as he stared into the camera in a daze.

"Where is Hendrix?" I demanded.

"Mr. Roberts didn't tell me anything," he blurted out without thinking twice.

"Is that so?" I muttered. His answer was hardly believable. As a personal assistant, Hendrix wouldn't keep Evan in the dark about his whereabouts, especially if he was in the office just a few moments ago. I continued, "Well, I'm not looking for Hendrix, I'm looking for you. Where are you? I'll come to you."

Evan thought for a few seconds and said calmly, "I think I'll go to you instead, Madam." "Okay, come to Hendrix's office. I'll give you twenty minutes," I ordered.

After that, there was nothing left for him to say, so he promptly ended the call.

Sitting on Hendrix's office chair, I let my thoughts run. I recalled the conversation I had with Hendrix and how his reactions were.

The room fell into an awkward silence again. I then demanded, "Well then, tell me what were you doing? There's no need to hide it from me, right, Evan?"

"Of course," Evan assured hurriedly. He lifted his eyes and looked at me calmly. Then he spoke, "In order for Serene to successfully take over the deal for Bate Coin, Mr. Roberts made a secret guarantee when he was being interviewed. Now, the company's business is under the supervision of the stock committee, and the authorities will send someone over tomorrow to investigate. Therefore, I have to prepare everything by tonight. Nothing was to be delayed."

Evan's explanation sounded reasonable and fair.

Looking at Evan's calm face, I started to wonder if I had indeed overthought things.

I had come to Hendrix's office due to a sudden spark of anger, and Evan had rushed over in a hurry. It was impossible for Evan to plan such a perfect reason in such a short amount of time. Moreover, if what he had said was true, then such a huge investigation by the shareholders' committee would attract the media's attention. If he lied to me, he would be easily exposed the very next day.