My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1707

"Shut up!" I didn't let him continue, and my rising anger made me tremble with rage.

"The truth is very cruel, isn't it?" The smile on Irvin's face was very menacing. "Hendrix loves you deeply on the surface, but he let you fall into danger again and again. His love is just all talk. There is no difference between him and me! We are selfish and despicable people, and no one is nobler than the other!"

I frowned and ground my teeth in response. "Hendrix is not that kind of person! He isn't!"

"It doesn't matter. Women are always better at lying to themselves than men."

After saying that, Irvin gave me a cold glance and left the dining room.

I sat down on the chair and let out a long breath. I felt that all my strength was used up in that argument just now.

It was not until Irvin's footsteps faded away that I took out my mobile phone from my pocket. I wanted to call Hendrix to remind him about the dangers here, but when I took it out, it was a fake model instead of a real mobile phone.

It seemed that they had already expected it and changed the mobile phone quietly during my sleep to cut off my path of retreat.

I was a light sleeper. So whoever switched out my phone must've been someone in this castle, and that person must have been very agile and light on their feet. As for who it was, I didn't know for the time being.

Now that I thought about it, the disappearance of Shirley might also have been a part of Irvin's plan.

All of a sudden, a long shadow loomed over me.

Turning around, I saw a woman walking towards me.

She was wearing a pair of Doc Marten boots and jeans. The high-collared sweater on her body was warm and fuzzy, and her hair naturally fell over her shoulders, giving her a casual look.

I didn't remember seeing her around the castle.

"It seems that your talk with him didn't end very well."

As soon as she spoke, I recognized her.

This was the woman who came to meet the bodyguard in the car last night. She'd changed her style today, and I almost could not recognize her.

She hadn't made a sound despite walking all the way from the stairs to the dining room. So I guessed that it was her who'd switched out my phone last night.

"Don't look at me like that. I like to wear simple and casual clothes when I don't have anything to do. You can call me Rachel." Rachel ordered a glass of milk and a bowl of oatmeal. She sat down opposite me.

"To be honest, Arianna, Irvin always said that you're very special, but after getting to know you, I can't see what's different about you. I hope that he didn't make a mistake this time." Rachel's words were full of contempt.

From the moment Rachel got on the car, I'd been curious about the person she kept mentioning. I was very intrigued about who had raised the people like Rachel and her bodyguard and how he'd managed to get Irvin to cooperate with him.

"Miss Rachel, what do you mean by 'special'?" I composed myself and continued, "Are you waiting to see me being framed and deceived? I was separated from my child after only seeing him once. Do you expect me to feel grateful and have a positive attitude even after being treated like this?"

Rachel snorted coldly. "You have a sharp tongue. I'm waiting to see how long you can keep this going."

Then, she left as well.

Probably because the bodyguard was seriously injured, he did not come down to eat. The whole morning, I was alone on the first floor.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Irvin and Rachel appeared at the stairs together.

Seeing that Rachel was dressed in black leather again, I immediately stood up.

Rachel once again returned to her cold demeanor. She didn't even bat her eyes as she walked past me and stepped out of the main entrance.

Irvin, however, glanced at me and then left without looking back.

Rachel had said that she only wore outfits like that when they were out on missions. Thus, it was obvious that they had a target.

Could this have anything to do with Hendrix?