My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 581

"What time would they be arriving?" I asked as I added some vegetables to Anne and Bennett's bowls. Both of them were picky eaters who only ate meat and despised vegetables. If I did not force them to eat their vegetables, they would not eat them at all.

Norman had finished eating. He put down his cutleries and replied, "Around noon. Remember to dress a little more professionally."

I nodded. Although I did not have any experience in welcoming hotel guests, I had worked in Roberts Group several years ago and due to my social standing there, I had welcomed others many a times before. I knew well what was required of me!

The next day!

To welcome the guests, I specially wore the clothes that I brought from Ucrebury. I seldom made any clothing purchases in the past few years in Hovell. Even when I did, I would only splurge on affordable clothes from the night market. Branded clothes were a no-no, let alone custom-made ones.

This outfit was custom-made by a famous Italian designer whom Hendrix had specially invited. Though I did have plenty of custom-made outfits in my closet, it was more convenient for me to leave in the professional outfit I was wearing now because I had to carry Anne in my arms at the time.

I stopped wearing this after I came to Hovell. It smelled moldy from being kept in a box for years. Fortunately, the quality and design of this ten thousand dollars outfit did not disappoint. It would still look as good as new even after being worn for years.

I stood at the entrance of the hotel and waited for the developer's arrival.

That day, Cecil happened to be on duty at the front desk. When she saw that I was wearing such quality clothes, she just could not keep her mean, nasty remarks to herself.

"Oh, I guess it wasn't enough just to get in bed with the manager. Are you planning to seduce the developer as well? You're nothing but a peasant, you should know your place. And you should definitely take a good look at what kind of example you're setting here."

Since we were in public, all I could do was quietly shoot her a cold glance.

After yesterday's quarrel, there was an enmity between us.

Everyone knew that she did not like me.

A black S-class Mercedes-Benz stopped at the hotel entrance. This must be the most expensive car in Hovell.

Upon seeing the developer's arrival, Cecil withdrew her resentful eyes from me and waited at the entrance of the hotel with a million dollar smile on her face.

All the available hotel staff had also lined up at the entrance of the hotel, waiting for the person in the car to alight.

I stepped forward and walked to the side of the car. I bent over to open the car door but before I could...

Someone beat me to it.

"Let me!"

The man's voice was low and cold. It was a voice I was familiar with.

I instantly looked up and saw the owner of the voice. I was shell-shocked for a moment. It only took me a second to realize that Hendrix was the developer the hotel was expecting. Evan was also probably surprised to see me. After a short pause, he withdrew his hand and took two steps back. Looking at me, he said, "Please!"

My body stiffened. I would be lying if I said that I was not surprised.

After collecting myself, I bent over to open the door respectfully.

The man stepped out of the car wearing a pair of well- polished black leather shoes. His slender figure leaned out of the car and planted his feet on the ground. His gaze was cold and distant.

He pushed Evan away, looking at him coldly. He said unhappily, "Evan, you..." His voice was a force of nature, but he stopped mid-sentence. Even his hand, which he was using to tidy up his suit, stopped moving almost instantaneously, as if he had been immobilized by magic.

His sudden silence had attracted everyone's attention. They followed his gaze and all of their eyes fell on me.

I frowned, but it was not because I was being watched by so many.

He was lost in thought for a long while. So much time had passed in anticipatory silence that those waiting for him all thought that they had not welcomed him well enough.

Evan was the one who knew him best. When he saw him looking at me with a deep gaze, he quickly reminded Hendrix, "Mr. Roberts, let's go

into the hotel and rest first!"

Perhaps I had misconceived this, but I could've sworn that he was trembling. I just didn't know whether it was out of agitation or fury.