My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1843

Freya shook her head in disdain, showing her contempt for my public display of affection.

I ignored who had the power over the situation and did whatever I wanted. I had suffered enough because of my depression in the past.

Alwin was probably provoked by Hendrix's sudden leaving. He pulled a long face and threw his glass on the table. Then, he said sarcastically, "There's nothing wrong with young people with a strong personality. I'm just afraid they'd go out of line and will eventually have to be taught a lesson."

I smiled faintly and looked at him, "It depends if that someone has what it takes to teach him the lesson."

"At least for now, you don't."

Although I didn't utter the last part, my lower gaze was enough to express my disdain.

Alwin let out a cold laugh and did not continue to pester me about this. A cunning businessman would not be foolish enough to offend two reputable persons on the same day.

On the other hand, Serene acted as if she was Hendrix's wife, "Mr. Zellweger, Hendrix was in a bad mood today. He didn't mean anything by it.

You're an elder, please forgive him."

I snorted as I got up to take my bag, "I don't think Miss Forbes knows Hendrix very well. He was born proud, and he does not bow down to anyone. Apologizing is probably your wishful thinking."

Freya took her coat and left with me. When we reached the door, she suddenly paused and turned back, reminding Serene with a smile, "Miss Forbes, don't forget to pay the bill when you leave later. Although I'm somewhat associated with Mr. Roberts, you still have to pay what's due, right?"

"I've always been a profiteer!" Freya curled her lips into a wicked smile. She held onto me and walked towards the elevator with confidence.

Indeed, when Freya married Zachary, she put away her fangs and became the perfect housewife. I almost forgot that this coquettish woman was originally from a family of businessmen.

We entered the basement parking lot after coming out of the elevator.

Freya saw Hendrix's car before I did and she perceptively stopped where we were before pushing me over.

I staggered before regaining my footing, my gaze doubtful. Did she know that I came out to go after Hendrix?