My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 2330

What kind of person was Jordan? He had never been treated like that before. He stared at Andrea for a second before he took out the small revolver that scared Emily so much that her legs went soft. He shot two bullets in succession, hitting the two muscled men surrounding me.

He then pointed the gun at Andrea, tilting his head. "Do you want to give it a try too?"

Obviously, Andrea did not want to die. She quickly closed her mouth as she shrank her neck and retreated to the wall, no longer baring her teeth and claws.

When the other muscled men heard the noise, they stopped harassing Hendrix and looked over. Seeing their companion lying on the ground injured, they thought that Jordan was there to rescue them. But due to the gun in his hand, they did not dare to act rashly.

Taking advantage of their inattention, Hendrix knocked all of them down within a few moves. After that, he lost his strength and collapsed onto the sofa, looking at Jordan with his eyes wide open. He had lost his fighting strength, but I could still see the reluctance in his dark eyes.

Jordan gave him a sinister look before putting away his gun. He stepped forward and undid my ropes. He took me in his arms and strode past the pool of blood on the ground, that was flowing out of the injured the muscled men.

Behind me, Andrea was shouting like a madwoman. I vaguely heard her screaming at those uninjured muscled men, trying to get them to carry out Hendrix's evil deeds until the end.

However, it was no use. When Jordan drove us out of the gate of the community, I saw the man who had just fled talking to other people by the roadside. Behind them was a police car flashing with red and blue lights.

Jordan did not bring me back to the Roberts, nor did he bring me to the villa where he and Naomi had stayed in. Instead, we went to a house in the distant suburbs.

It took him a lot of time to drive up from the foot of the mountain. Other than the buildings around the house, there were no other houses. It was very in line with his personality, the one where he looked down on others.

After getting out of the car, Jordan changed from his gentleman demeanor. He dragged me into the house and threw me onto the sofa without any sympathy.

"Hiss!" I had already regained my consciousness on the way there At this moment, my pain was more profound. I immediately frowned, covering my arm that got hit when I fell as I took a deep breath

Seeing this, Jordan frowned. He held back was unwilling to give up. It was as if his anger was about to burst out at the slightest provocation.

Sitting up straight on the sofa, I

glared

wasack at him, telling him tha

I tough and that his rudeness didn't scare me in the slightest.

After a moment of confrontation, Jordan picked up a stack of magazines from the table next to him, throwing them at my face.

The stacks of papers were not a threat to my face and they were quickly scattered all over the ground.

I looked down, seeing a photo of me knocking open Andrea's house. The four of us were looking at each other in embarrassment.

To catch everyone's eye, the paparazzi used a unique headline that read, "Four people from a wealthy family, could you do it like them?"

The corners of my mouth twitched. These people were pretty professional to publish this so soon.

"You can still laugh after all this?" Jordan's tone was cold and sarcastic.

I adjusted my mood and picked up the magazine. I looked at the best one and joked, "I'm pretty photogenic, aren't I?"

"What's written on it is more exciting," Jordan said again.

His words were full of thorns, but I wasn't angry either. I calmly flipped through to the article at the back, reading it out loud with a relaxed expression, "The richest man had a threesome at home. The wife

caught her husband in the bet

then

begged her ex-husband to return, even willing to sink in with him. This reporter couldn't help but sigh in admiration. He was truly a rich person who knew how to play around!"