My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1159

I frowned. "You knew?"

He sat up straighter and looked at me mockingly. "I have my connections, of course, I knew."

I nodded and didn't say anything else. That was true. Even if Kaleb wanted to take revenge on him, it would not be so easy. Especially with the security and bodyguards around him.

I didn't stay any longer. I went back to my office, packed up, and planned to rest.

After that was done, I prepared to go back to the villa.

I wanted to go for a walk but after meeting Westin yesterday, I was worried. After all, there were places he could be hiding in, and accidents could happen.

I didn't drive. It was not easy to take a taxi outside the Milton Group building, so I had to walk a few hundred meters to get a taxi.

Asherton was a city with a huge gap between the rich and the poor. It was probably because of the high price of houses and extremely low salaries. The average price of a house was 30,000 dollars, while the average salary was 3000 dollars. The prices of housing were extremely high. Many

people lived in the city. They could not afford to buy houses and could not save money. Day after day, they toiled for pennies.

Even so, people still flocked to the city. Probably because the four seasons of the city were distinctive, and the air was fresh.

I was distracted and walked further than planned. I turned to go back to try and get a taxi there.

"Ugly, stowaway! You're smelly and ugly, rubbish!" A voice came from the alley. My attention caught, I looked sideways.

I saw a group of hooligans surrounding a person, and I could not help but slow down and try and get a better look. They looked about fifteen years old and were probably teenage dropouts.

I saw a boy carrying a heavy bucket. He shouted excitedly to the teenagers around him, "Get out of the way. The main event is coming!"

After the children scattered, the youngster who was carrying the bucket began pouring all the water from the bucket to the person who was squatting on the ground. The water splashed down onto the poor fellow and was completely soaked.

The group of teenagers surrounding him jeered and laughed.

I frowned as my eyes fell on the person who was squatting on the ground. His head was buried in his knees, and his body looked strong. His skin was dark and his clothes were disheveled.

He looked like a homeless man, and I saw that the teenagers seemed to be planning something else. I shouted, "The police are coming!!!"

When they heard that, the teenagers dispersed immediately.

The man slowly raised his head when silence fell. His gaze was cold and indifferent, and he did not look like he was just bullied.

I jerked back when recognition dawned. My heart also jolted. How could it be Westin? How could he be in such a state?

After hesitating for a moment, I walked closer.

His eyes shifted, looking around vigilantly. When he saw that it was me, he also seemed surprised.

"Are... are you alright?" I stammered.