My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 63

I could not afford to let anything happen to the Roberts Group. It was not because of Hendrix but for Master Roberts, who took great care of me.

"Do as I say. I'll explain it to Alford Audit." After hanging up the call, I remained quiet and deep in thought.

After a long pause, I made another phone call to someone I did not want to contact. Shortly after, a low and magnetic voice came from the other end. He hissed, "Five years!"

There was a faint echo in the other end before he added, "I thought you wouldn't contact me again."

I suppressed my displeasure and said curtly, "I want a report on all the mistakes made by Alford Audit. Also, I need their financial report."

"Anna, you haven't called me for a long time now." It was silent for a moment and I could hear a grim voice.

I could feel a chill ran down my spine and I quivered. Gritting my teeth, I called out forcibly, "Aaron Reid!"

"Anna, don't call me that!"

Even if we were just on the phone, I could feel the cold seeping from my mobile phone. It was not the same arrogant coldness I received whenever I was with Hendrix. This one felt like the frost was oozing out from the depth of hell and it was an intimidating yet bloody coldness.

"Aaron!" I forced myself to call his name and my body shuddered.

"Good girl."

I immediately hung up the call and sat on the floor weakly. I was petrified ever since I was a child. The deeply etched fear had never gone away.

After a long time, I got up but my body felt weak. I went back to the bedroom clumsily. I climbed on the bed and tightly wrapped myself with the quilt.

I was eroded by the chill lingering in my bones. I could not snap out of it. I should never have phoned him.

When Hendrix returned to the villa, I slowly came back to my senses. Upon spotting me, he seemed both surprised and unsurprised.

"Have you had your dinner?" Hendrix seemed to be tired.