My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 2344

As soon as we finished speaking, Freya's phone rang. She picked it up and in less than two seconds and passed it to me, saying, "It's for you."

After that, she mouthed the word Jordan.

I took the phone impatiently from Freya and raised my voice, "What do you want? Are you keeping an eye on me?"

It had only been three hours since I left home. Couldn't he give me a chance to catch my breath?

Jordan smiled faintly and said, "I'm just calling to remind you to come back early. There are guests at home today."

"Those people are your guests. Why do you need me to entertain them? Who do you think I am? A prostitute?" I didn't mince words with him at all.

Perhaps Jordan was a masochist. Otherwise, why was it that the more I scolded him, the more interested he was in me?

Jordan was not annoyed at all. Instead, he chuckled and said, "Remember, you've gotten some benefits from me. Arianna, I saw what you've done with the credit card."

He set me up! I knew it.

"You gave me the card yourself! Now you're asking me to use my body to pay back the debt?!"

Jordan did not try to answer hurriedly, "So are you saying that you don't want to pay back your debts?"

"You-"

Mad, I hung up directly as I gritted my teeth, wanting to throw the card in his face.

He was literally the evilest businessman in the world.

In less than a minute, the phone suddenly vibrated again. I looked at the screen, and it was Jordan again. He said, "I'll wait for you at home. See you."

However, the woman who greeted us seemed oblivious. She walked to the seat next to Freya, sat down, and said calmly, "Miss Moore, we have quite a few people with us. Please squeeze in a little more."

Freya became uncomfortable and upset. Her expression didn't look good at all, but in the end, she couldn't help but squeeze towards the farthest seat. It was difficult for her to even stretch her legs.

She wasn't the only one.

Being caught in the middle, I was in a dilemma. Freya and I exchanged our gazes and were full of despair.

Just as we were about to slip away, I suddenly felt someone gently patting my right leg.

I looked down and saw the woman on my right reaching out to me with a piece of paper in her hand. When she noticed that I was looking, she let go instantly, and the paper fell on my skirt.

At the same time, she drew back her hand, looking as if nothing had happened.