My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1846

Hendrix gazed down at me as if he had read my mind, his gaze inexplicable.

"What do you mean?" He lowered his voice, colder than usual.

"I mean what I said." I didn't look up but carefully adjusted his clothes.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly tensed. Hendrix parted his lips, wanting to say something when heavy footsteps suddenly sounded from the quiet basement.

Looking up, Serene and Austin had already stepped out of the elevator and were coming over.

When I realized this, I immediately opened the door and was ready to get off the car. "I should go."

"Arianna." Hendrix suddenly grabbed my arm and deliberately lowered his voice with a burning passion, "No matter what you thought in the past, from now on, you must remember - whether I am dead or alive, as long as it is possible, you must live for me. Remember this."

Hendrix's teeth were clenched as he grabbed my wrist hard. Then he suddenly loosened his grip and let me get out of the car. I hid behind the weight- bearing pillar a few meters away before Serene and the rest came over.

Soon, Hendrix left Austin and Serene and drove out of the parking lot alone. The two were not surprised. When their own car was driven over, they soon disappeared as well.

Only when the basement was completely quiet again did I walk out from behind the stone pillar.

I stood still, staring at the sign in the distance for a few seconds. I suddenly felt my heart palpitate as I thought of what Hendrix said.

He was direct with his words - he contemplated leaving me.

What had happened to him to have made him so willing to sacrifice everything just to ensure my survival? Why had he become so hopeless?

No longer able to wait around, I called Mullen and asked her to meet me at a nearby coffee shop.

The Golden Roof Restaurant was located in one of the most bustling streets in the city centre, and nearby cafes were just as popular. Fifteen minutes later, Miller led her man in.

The man wore a cap. When he walked past the front desk, he deliberately lowered his cap to avoid getting himself caught on surveillance. He needed to be untraceable.

Mullen mentioned before when they

were casually chatting that

someone in this line of business was the epitome of making hard-

earned money through blood and et

sweat. They made too many

enemies along the way and were uncertain when someone would come knocking on their door. Thus, they had to be on high alert at all times, and had to keep an eye open even when they slept.

For me, this was just an exchange. I couldn't be bothered with the number of lives he was responsible for taking.

As soon as he sat down, I dived straight to the point, "I want Hendrix's recent physical examination report and a tracking of his movements. I need them now."

"But the appointment is in three days. You have to give him some time to investigate," Mullen reminded her.

"No problem." The man still kept his head down and from where I sat, I could only see the lower half of his face. It looked like he had a beard and his skin tone was darker than an average Jarold City folk. His lips were thin and square, seemingly ragged.

"The physical examination results, his schedule, and the people he has come into contact with are all basic information. I can share them with you through your phone right away. Anything more than that, I can't give them to you now," the man said as he tapped on his phone.

Soon, a notification popped up in my WhatsApp.

I clicked, downloaded it, and after a short moment of waiting, the file opened.

I scrolled through it slowly, enlarged and moved it around until I saw the results - physical health: excellent.

Messy words were scribbled in the disease section, but I could vaguely make out the word no.

I breathed a long sigh of relief at the physical examination report, glad to know that he was fine.

Hendrix was extremely vigilant and was great at covering his tracks. Initially, I wasn't hopeful about tracking his whereabouts, but I was surprised when I saw a bar labelled red. The words clearly stated: Ucrebury's old house.

On different dates, but during the same time, Hendrix had travelled back and forth between Jarold City and Ucrebury several times to the family home Dalton left behind.