My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 55

"Arianna, who are you calling Mr. Clark? You make me look old. Please call me Sawyer," Sawyer said. He looked quite young and handsome. When he spoke, two small dimples would occasionally appear on his cheeks, adding to his cuteness. However, his sharp gaze hid knowledge that someone of his age normally wouldn't have.

It seemed that this lad was quite capable.

Sawyer walked to the table and sat down. With a lovely smile on his face, he looked at me and chirped, "Arianna, what do you want to eat? I'll order it for you!"

He seemed pretty familiar and used to call me by my first name when we had only just met.

"I'm not picky," I replied. I placed the bag beside me and kept my gaze on him as he placed the orders.

He ordered a few dishes and casually cupped his chin, squinting at me in an effort to appeal to me as he praised, "Arianna, you're much prettier than I imagined!"

I quirked an eyebrow at him and said, "Is Brilliant Audit your company?" No matter how I tried to look at him, Sawyer only appeared to be approximately 23 years old. Although Brilliant Audit was not a large company, Hendrix took a fancy to it nonetheless. There must be something special with that company. I was surprised that such a young lad could manage such a considerably big company.

Sawyer lay prone on the table and seemed to sigh while answering, "Yes, I founded Brilliant Audit for fun when I was in college." Speaking of this, he tilted his head and stared at me, trying to change the topic. "Arianna, let's talk about something else, shall we?"

He was a child, indeed.

I nodded in response. "Sure. What do you want to talk about?"

Hearing my approval, he was in high spirits. He sat up straight and looked at me, asking straightforwardly, "Arianna, are you going to divorce that old thing?"

I was stunned and echoed dumbly, "That old thing?"

He hummed and continued, "Hendrix is over thirty years old. Isn't he an old thing? You're only twenty-six years old, are you really going to spend the rest of your life with him?"

For a moment, I was so shocked by his words that I didn't know what to say. I could only put on a fake smile and answer, "Are you interested in my private life?"

"Of course!" He nodded and looked at me seriously. "Didn't anyone tell you that you are very beautiful? Especially the way you present yourself. You look extraordinarily noble."

Sawyer's thoughts were quite unique. I laughed and said forcefully, "Thank you."

"Arianna, what do you think of me? Am I your type?" Sawyer couldn't stop talking.

After taking a sip of water, I regarded him and avoided the question, "If I pass you Roberts Group's auditing, do you think you can accomplish the task?"

Seeing that I had changed the topic, he curled his lips and began to lay weakly on the table. He pouted, "I won't know until I start the work. Arianna, if you ask me these questions now, how do you think I can answer them?"

I frowned and didn't really want to continue chitchatting. I went straight to the point, "Roberts Group has just entered the market, and it has huge funds. Since you're someone who knows almost everything about auditing, you should know better than me that if any problem occurs, it will cause huge losses. This year, I am in charge. Hence I will be very careful about it."

Sawyer narrowed his eyes slightly, a gleam flickered in his eyes as he asked innocently, "Do you doubt that I don't have the ability to deal with Roberts Group's auditing?"

I raised my eyebrows and said nothing to that question. With a faint smile, I uttered, "You founded Brilliant Audit at such a young age, of course, I believe in your ability. But, after all, we have never cooperated with each other before. We don't know each other that well yet. Therefore, Roberts Group will hold bidding for it. By that time, it will depend on the Brilliant Audit's own strength. If Roberts Group's auditing is done by Brilliant Audit in the end, I will look forward to working with you, Mr. Clark."

"It doesn't matter!" With that, he pursed his lips and stared at me, sulking, "Arianna, you don't seem to

think highly of me!"