My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 820

A sneer from Josiah sounded from the other end. It was still the same line, "You can choose not to come, but I can't guarantee that you'll still be able to see her." It was obviously a threat.

I was wondering what kind of person Josiah was. Even after so many years, I still couldn't figure out if he was good or bad.

Silly me, how could it be so easy to differentiate between good and bad?

Forget it!

After paying for the fare, I got out of the cab. The driver was concerned and said, "Miss, it's not safe for you to do that!"

I nodded and opened the umbrella. I looked at him and said, "Help me call the police while you're on the way back."

As for Josiah, I really couldn't think of what he wanted.

The driver looked at me and was a little confused, but drove away in the end.

I held the umbrella and walked into the factory. There were footprints of different sizes on the muddy path, looking a little messy.

Despite the factory being empty, I had thankfully been there once, so I didn't find it as creepy.

I entered the factory based on my gut feeling and, lo and behold, I saw Josiah. Anne was nowhere to be found.

When our eyes met, he sneered, "You've got some guts!"

I looked at him. What was he actually thinking? What was his true attitude towards Hendrix?

"Are you going to kill me?" I looked at him. I wasn't as scared as I had imagined, but I was a little confused.

He gazed at me and sat on an old chair leisurely. Looking at me, he said, "Aren't you afraid?"

I retorted, "Should I be afraid?"

He raised his eyebrows and hinted, "Shouldn't you ask about Anne?"

I asked, "Where's Anne?"

He had probably thought my answer was a little too simple and felt that things were a little too uninteresting. He looked at me and said, "Don't you want to ask why?"

I opened my mouth and asked, "Why?"

He looked at me in frustration and disinterest. He asked, "Arianna, what does Hendrix see in you?"

I pressed my lips together and stopped talking.

If I were to die here, what were the chances of someone discovering my body?

In other words, how long would it take for someone to find my corpse?

Seeing me spacing out in all directions, he fiddled with his phone and said, as if having a monologue, "Anne is safe. Chloe has just brought her to another location, so you don't have to worry." I nodded and looked at him. I couldn't help but release a sigh as I replied, "You're really good at acting.'

When I first saw him, I really thought that Anne had gone missing.

He raised his eyebrows and grinned, saying, "Thanks. If I didn't look the part, you wouldn't have believed me, right?"

I looked at him and stayed quiet. Anne was his own flesh and blood after all, and he surely wouldn't want to take her life.

I decided to just wait and see what he was planning to do next.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Back then when she jumped off a building, a scar was left on her face. Why didn't you imitate that?"

I pursed my lips. Who was the person he was talking about?

Seeing that I wasn't budging, he raised his hand and pointed towards a glass bottle that looked similar to an infusion bottle that was on top of an old table. He looked at me and said, "Help yourself." I glanced at it, then turned around and asked, "Is that sulphuric acid?"

He nodded and said in a calm manner, "It may hurt a little, so just bear with it and it'll pass."

I didn't move, merely continuing staring at him.

He was silent for a moment then said hesitantly, "When we first met, she was only seventeen. It was the age of vanity. I won't make things hard for you, so do it yourself."

I looked at him and asked, "Shouldn't you at least tell me who she was, and why did you choose me?"