My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 13

"How is it not appropriate?" The little gangster who was smashed just now looked at me and he

grinned, "So it was you who smashed me just now, wasn’t it?"

I nodded, "It was an accident. I'm sorry!"

"F**k! Are you asking for death?" The gangster raised the stick in his hand and he waved at me.

Monique and I dodged at the same time, we then picked up a beer bottle beside us and threw at him.

Those who did nothing originally intended to just watch the fun, but looking at us fighting back, they all

picked up the wooden sticks in their hands and attacked us.

It was lucky that Monique and I knew a little about boxing, so we didn't suffer any loss while dealing

with these few gangsters. By the time the police came, few people were injured. Fortunately, the injury

was not serious and everyone was taken to the police station.

Afterward, I took a statement at the police station. Although Monique and I were the victims, we had

also participated in the fight, so we need to find someone to bail us out.

Monique was an orphan and she had no other friend except me in Ucrebury. The only thing she could

do was to wait for me to find someone to bail.

My daily life was filled with nothing but company affairs and the matter related to the Roberts. I was not

sociable and hardly had any friends around. After spending some time thinking, I finally took my

courage to give Josiah a call.

The call was connected before it rang too long. I felt a little awkward since no one was talking at the

other end of the phone. "Doctor Saunders, I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour. Could you do me a

favor? Something happened to me and I am at the police station. Could you please come over for a

while?"

Seeing that there was no response on the other end of the line, I paused and said, "Doctor Saunders,

please."

It took quite some time before I could hear a cold voice, "Arianna!"

It was... Hendrix!

Why would he pick up a call for Josiah?

I was shocked and terrified. I stammered for a moment before saying, "Hendrix, you..."

"Give the address!" Before I could finish my word, a cold voice came out of the other end of the line

again.

It was obvious that Hendrix was in a very bad mood at the moment.

"The police station at Threexap Avenue!" The call was hung up after I told the address.

Monique looked at me and she was somewhat speechless, "Why didn't you call Hendrix directly? You

are just causing trouble!"

I was annoyed and speechless, "When I came out of the villa, Hendrix was drinking. I thought he was

having a rest by now, so I called Josiah. I didn't expect...¹'

I didn't expect that Hendrix would accept the call.

Half an hour later, Hendrix entered the police station with a group of people. A man with a cold and

stern demeanor and yet had a good-looking figure could make a portrait of himself by just standing.

Moreover, there were several reports about him every day in the city’s financial headlines. It was not

surprising that his arrival attracted many people to the police station to greet him.

Looking at this scene, Monique patted me on the shoulder, "I can actually understand why you are so

obsessed with him. After all, he is a perfect man and all women would dream of having him! The title of

Mrs. Roberts alone is desired by millions of girls, not to mention that you sleep with him every day."

I rolled my eyes at her. She even advised me to divorce earlier, and now...

Sure enough, women were also fickle-minded.

Soon, Monique and I were allowed to leave after negotiation and signature by Hendrix.

At the entrance of the police station.

The policeman who had just detained us looked at me and said, "Both of you can call the police if you

encounter the same situation in the future. Don't get into a fight!"

Monique and I looked at each other and we smiled at the police before giving our word of appreciation.

Monique turned around and whispered, "D*mn, if I just wait for the police, we'll already be dead before Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

they come!"

I wanted to say something before I sensed a chill. I looked over and the first thing that came into my

eyes was Hendrix in his black suit, who was standing coldly by his black Jeep.