My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1837

After that night, Hendrix suddenly became very busy and didn't contact me for a whole week.

I wasn't in a rush to ask him for an answer. Instead, I had Mullen focus all her attention on her private investigations. Before I got any accurate news, a groundless news article appeared instead.

"Santiago, the world's greatest trader, had recently invested ten billion in the Moore Family. Apart from the Moore Family, he is now one of the biggest shareholders of the company. With that, he has entered the top ten on the capital's richest family list..."

For a moment, all media portals in Jarold City had their focus on this rich man that appeared so suddenly.

However, Santiago expressed his affection for me in a roundabout way when he was faced with the reporters' questions about his relationship status.

Some gossip magazines had even started to play matchmakers by publishing a full report about the possibility of marriage between Santiago and I.

"Santiago is quite handsome. He's rich, and he looks quite chivalrous too. There are barely any scandals about him with other women. He dated twice in university, and both broke up openly. He's a good man. Are you sure you don't want to think about it?" Freya sat at her desk holding a variety of articles and magazines in hand. They were all about Santiago and me, and she looked at them with great interest.

I had nothing to say and curled my lips at her in disgust. I didn't want to make any comments on this matter.

Hendrix and Serene had been dragged together as well. These reports were groundless. However, it made it seem like Hendrix and I were growing estranged. This would make Eddison and the others lower their guard. This way, Hendrix's actions would have a better cover.

Although Hendrix was only using the toxin to distract me, they had adjusted my treatment plan to make it seem more credible. During this period, I hardly had any social interactions. If I had not gone to the Reid family for dinner regularly, I would be bored to death.

Freya was a straightforward person. She asked the manager to get us the best private room as soon as we walked through the doors.

"I'm sorry, Miss Moore. There are already guests dining in the VVIP rooms at the moment. It's not a good time to ask them to leave now..."

There was only one VVIP room on this level. It was comparable to the presidential suite of a hotel, and was priced accordingly. Those who could afford it must be either rich or from a noble background. Naturally, they would not be people who should be trifled with.