My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 2374

As expected, Jordan arrived in just 20 minutes.

He was not surprised to see me. He came to stand in front of me and said in a poised manner, "Did you wait long?"

"No, I have something to tell you," I went straight to the point, "Sawyer Clark stopped by. He's the husband of the woman who was killed by Stanley. In a way, he's also my younger brother. He's here to seek justice for his wife. Can you apologize to him once you're inside?"

However, Jordan changed the subject, "I watched a movie last night. The scene was almost the same as now. The difference was that the heroine was concerned about whether the man had a hard time outside and whether or not he was tired."

The lack of communication made me annoyed. Nonetheless, for Sawyer's sake, I suppressed my anger and said, "Well, that sounds heartwarming. The thing is, this is an urgent matter. Can you give me a response? Just make an apology to the person you hurt. You won't lose anything from it."

"What do I get out of it?" Jordan showed his usual facade, a gentle harmless expression on his face.

I knew he wouldn't do anything that didn't benefit him, so I gave up on the idea and continued, "In return, I can promise you one thing, as long as it doesn't involve murder, arson, or anything that goes against my principles."

"Anything at all?" Jordan's eyes narrowed. It seemed that he had begun to consider if this deal was worthwhile.

"Yes, on the condition that you don't harm Sawyer and let him safely leave," I pleaded. This was the most that I could do for Sawyer.

"Okay," like a child who had picked up a lollipop, Jordan's eyes lit up instantaneously.

As I saw this, my heart shook. I immediately avoided those wolf-like eyes of his.

Having reached an agreement, I eagerly brought Jordan into the house.

Sawyer appeared to be distracted by his thoughts. It was not until we got closer that he snapped out of it. He gradually turned his head and stood up.

"This is Jordan Marshall," I clenched my fists as I observed Sawyer, ready to stop him at any moment, "He is the one that you wanted to meet."

Jordan was emotionless as he stood beside me, with no intention of speaking.

With a vague smile, Sawyer mildly met Jordan's gaze. After a while, he slowly said, "You killed such a wonderful woman, did you know that?"

Jordan remained impassive and

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said in a deadpan voice, "I was unaware, but Arianna told me that I caused considerable sorrow to you and your family. I'm sorry."

What a frank murderer!

If not for the great disparity between our abilities, I would have loved to slap him in the face.

What the victim's family needed was the offender's genuine remorse, not some polite greeting by a management official!

Jordan's attitude would only backfire on us...

Sure enough, just as I was about to cover for Jordan, Sawyer stuck his hand into the inner pocket of his suit and took out a gun. "No, Sawyer!"

My shout failed to stop anything. Just when the gun was aimed at Jordan, Sawyer pulled the trigger.

The sound of a gunshot instantly echoed throughout the villa.

However, the one that got shot was Sawyer instead.

Perhaps it was due to him being unfamiliar with firearms, his gune blew up. The bullet that was meant for Jordan ended up shooting in the opposite direction, directly hitting his arm that was wielding the gun.

Feeling the pain, Sawyer's hand loosened. The gun fell to the ground, leaving a deep crack on the tiled floor. Blood flowed along his arm and dripped down onto the floor, like the blossoms of the Asiatic apple.