My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 317

"You-" Nerissa began to retort.

"Sorry, but I still have work to do in the afternoon. Please excuse me," I wasn't a good person, and I

couldn't determine if other people were good or bad since everyone's life experience was different. I

had to endure the hardships by myself. I wouldn't understand the struggles of others, and I wasn't

interested in them anyway.

Once I left Nerissa's office, I headed straight to Irvin's.

He was sitting on his chair, looking very relaxed.

When he saw me, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did you talk about?"

"Relationships," I shrugged, sitting down on the couch, and sipped a few mouthfuls of water to help

calm down the irritation I felt.

The corners of Irvin's mouth twitched, and he asked, "Are you convinced?"

I looked upwards at him and asked, "Do you think it's easy to convince me?"

He curled his lips, "Well, it's hard to tell."

After a pause, he added, "You love Hendrix very much. Won't you regret it if you just give him up like

this?"

I rolled my eyes at him, "Why do you think I love him?"

Irvin shrugged and got up while he said, "If you don't love him, you wouldn't have worked yourself into

a lather."

Picking up a document from his desk, he walked towards me and handed the document to me, "This is

the information of the two men from that night. If you really want to investigate it, I can help."

I took the document from his hand. Nonplussed and restless, I read through the document, and I felt

like I could turn to my dark side at anytime.

I stared at the column where their family members were listed, and I couldn't help saying, slowly and

tentatively, "They have a wife and children. Do you think they'll stop being so cruel if they experienced

the pain of losing their children?"

Pressing his lips, Irvin looked at my stone-cold face and sighed, "What do you want to do?"

I continued to stare at the document, only putting it away after a long time, and said, "Carry on with the

investigation. I had never met them. There's no reason for them

to hurt me."

He nodded and, after a few seconds, added, "Hendrix seems to be looking into this matter as well."

I laughed coldly, "The baby was also his child. It's normal for him to look into it."

Irvin nodded, taking his car key, and said, "Come on, let's go for lunch. What do you want to eat?"

I got up, but I didn't know what to eat. So, I simply mumbled, "Anything."

There were only the two of us in the elevator. He asked, "Are you risking Advancer Tech to deal with

the Moore family through Granger Group?"

I raised my eyes to look at him, and I grinned, "You've caught me. So, are you going to stop me?"

He frowned, "The power the Moore family has isn't as simple as we think. Just Valerie alone is already

a handful, let alone you're talking about Pedro and the entire Moore family."

I nodded in agreement, but I was still stubborn. "I don't see the problem in that. You don't have to say

anything more. I won't stop until I get my revenge." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Knowing that it wouldn't change my mind no matter how much he said, he fell silent.

After leaving the office building and getting in the car, Irvin didn't ask what I wanted to eat, only started

the car and began driving.

Irvin always had a good palate. The restaurants he chose had never failed to impress me. So, when he

pulled up in front of a French restaurant, I glimpsed outside the car window and couldn't help but said,

"You should write a foodie trail for Jarold City. I'm sure many people will like it."

He curled his lips into a smile, and he raised his eyebrows at me, "How do you know it's good if you

haven't tried it?"

I shrugged, "It's very secluded here, and the restaurant has a beautiful environment. One wouldn't have

missed this place if they weren't looking for it. Usually, the person who starts up a business in this kind

of place didn't start a business to earn, but for sentimental reasons. Tell me if I'm wrong, but I guess the

chef of this restaurant is also the owner of it."

He smiled, locked the car, and said, "You're right."

I followed him into the yard, where he greeted the attendant and then took me to the second floor. The

restaurant wasn't that big, but its small yard was planted full of flowers. The whole place had an artistic

and peaceful vibe to it.