My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 2097

I had only heard about some of his deeds from Aaron before, such as uniting with the crime gang of Mesville and killing a few elders who were highly respected but not under his control. Besides that, he had donated tributes and become an agent of two small countries on the border. With both the power of the crime world and politics, he took his place as the leader of the Hayes family.

"I refuse." With a look of disgust on my face, I quickly walked past him with the children, telling the kids to head upstairs.

Tobias narrowed his eyes and looked at us with a faint smile. He teased, "Your reproduction speed is excellent..."

His tone was intriguing, as if he had misunderstood something.

This guy was a genius in the field of gossip. The night would have fallen when he finished gossiping. I changed the topic and went straight to the point, "What are you here for? Mr. Hayes, you took the time to come here despite your busy schedule. If you have something to say, let's not beat around the bush about it. Don't waste your own precious time."

"Hmph..." Tobias pursed his lips and smirked. He sat on the sofa in the reception hall and spread out his hands. Then he put his legs on the sofa. "It's been six years, but you're still the same. You always talk so sarcastically. They say time makes a person gentle, but it doesn't apply to you at all."

"You as well," I laughed. "Your skin is still the same as before."

"Really?" Tobias raised his hand and touched his face from cheek to chin.

"Yes." I forced a smile, restraining myself from saying the words "as thick-skinned as before."

Tobias caught a glimpse of my expression from the corner of his eye and immediately noticed something amiss. He narrowed his phoenix-like eyes and said, "Arianna, you're playing with me again. You—"

Before he finished speaking, a pair of hands suddenly came into the picture and rudely stuffed a piece of cut fruit into his mouth.

Tobias frowned and chewed twice. "What's this?"

"Dragon Fruit." Hendrix's face was cold.

"F**k, I havetrypophobia!"

After that, he rushed straight to the toilet.

"Ugh - "

The sound of toilet water running followed.

Hendrix exchanged a look with me and shrugged innocently. "I swear that I didn't know about this."

He put one hand on the arm of my sofa, half of his body leaned over, and his eyes were still looking at me. "My, you really are secretive. We have known each other for so long, yet I had no idea you were a great artist!"

Hendrix reached out his hand to pull him back to his seat. "Speak in human terms. Don't flirt with your friend's wife."

"I..."

"You can't even look at her!"

Tobias was at a loss for words. He let out a cry and said, "Okay, Hendrix. I have been trying my best to locate your wife for you in the past six years, but this is how you repay me. We aren't brothers anymore!"

Neither of them was willing to give in to the other. How comical of these two adult men.

"Seriously? You've known each other for so many years," I huffed quickly. "It's just a joke. Let's both take a step back and calm down. Don't mind it.

Let's get down to business. What did you say about being an artist?"

Tobias was so angry that his cheeks were still puffed out. He huffed impatiently. "There is an organization in Eastern Europe. They are using your name for some shady stuff through the circulation of art collections!"