My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2358

Jordan showed a little impatience. "What nonsense are you talking about again?"

It was as if he wasn't able to tell Rosalie's unusual sentiment.

It was better this way. When a relationship wasn't in a bright place, misfortunes may easily happen. When there was hostility, then Jordan's gang would crumble, and the risk to me would be smaller.

Here, the lives of people are of little value, but I believed that Hendrix will be alright.

"Just take what I said as nonsense then." I shrugged my shoulders, got up, and started to leave the scene of the crime. "Take me home."

Jordan didn't have any other choice and hurriedly chased after me.

Upon reaching the gate of the manor, a man in a suit appeared from the side and stood in front of me.

"Stanley wants to see you."

These words were for Jordan. It was obvious they knew each other.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Being able to find this place and face Jordan with such arrogance, this guy probably wasn't someone one could look down on.

"May I know why?" Jordan asked.

"You'll know when you get there." The guy in the suit, Rudolph, said and looked at me. Then, he continued in a low voice, "Stanley specially said to bring Miss Reid along as well."

After saying so, he turned and led the way.

With a serious look on his face, he placed his hand on my back as a sign of assurance. "Do not say anything and leave it all to me."

He then pushed me forward, and we immediately followed after Rudolph.

After a two-hour drive and a ferry ride, we finally reached our destination. It was a luxurious yacht, or to be specific, a cruise ship.

After we boarded the ship, the waiter led us into a luxurious private room.

Though the bed had limited space, one definitely wouldn't feel a cramp in this place. Even with Jordan's height, his head didn't reach the ceiling when standing upright.

When we entered the room, this mysterious Stanley was receiving a shaving treatment. He lay on the one-man couch, and his eyes were closed as if he was sleeping.

"They have arrived." Rudolph stood by Stanley's side.

Stanley answered with a hum, and without opening his eyes, he asked, "Where are we now?"

"We are almost at high sea," Rudolph answered.

High sea, a place where no country has control over, a paradise for crimes.

Upon hearing this, Stanley slowly

opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Jordan. His muddy eyes Kat were full of experienced wisdom. "I heard something has happened in the organization."

"A few minor problems, but it has already been solved." Jordan stared ahead as he spoke respectfully.

"If that was the situation, I probably

won't hear of it." Stanley slowly got up from the couch and used a towel to wipe his face. He walked to the office table. "Kingsley and the others are the pioneers that have worked hard together. The reputation of the group today was all because of their efforts. Regarding these people, you will need to take note of the way you handle things."

Jordan wrinkled his eyebrows, and his eyelids hung low. With an insincere apology, he exclaimed, "I was inconsiderate with Grayson's matter. I apologize."

Was this Stanley specifically seeking revenge for his dead friend?

However, after hearing this, Stanley raised his hand. "Hm? No, you settled it quite well. A piece that wasn't able to catch up is left behind. So be it. There's nothing to pity over."

Huh! Was this the so-called "brotherly affection"?

As Stanley spoke, he picked up the whiskey and brought it to his lips The moment he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of me from the corner of his eye. He then walked towards me step by step.