My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2010

I never believed that the Marshall family understood the concept of 'blood runs thicker than water'.

Money doesn't grow on trees. Since the Marshall family was paying so much attention to Wynn, they must have something up their sleeves.

Ten minutes later, a deep male voice suddenly spoke from inside the living room.

"Jordan's here."

I turned around and saw Hendrix at the stairs. He was making his way down.

Upon hearing him, Jordan and Wynn put down their things and stood up together.

"Brother," Jordan called out and said, "I heard that you've been feeling unwell recently. I'm here to see you on behalf of Mum and Dad and to check up on Wynn as well"

Hendrix didn't reply. He walked over to the main chair, crossed his legs, and exuded his authority as the master of the house. Then, he said slowly, "Are you here to see me or to blame me?"

A look of astonishment flashed across Jordan's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He looked down and said, "Brother, you worry too much. We're just concerned about your health. Father always said that you can take a vacation any time you want. The position of president will always be yours."

"What about you?" Hendrix didn't even give him a chance to breathe. He leaned forward and looked at him in an extremely oppressive way. He asked coldly, "You are a son of the Marshall family. Your abilities aren't any inferior to mine. Don't you want to take this opportunity to make a difference?"

Hendrix asked this as though he had read my mind. There was an odd look in his eyes.

Was he taking his anger out on the Marshall family because I pissed him off earlier?

That was a real possibility. I looked at him guiltily while I adjusted my feet to hid my anxiety. If anyone was to be blamed here, it would be Jordan. He was the one that pulled the trigger.

"Ha- ha..." Jordan smiled modestlyAll rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

and tried to make a joke out of it. "Brother, you're pulling my leg again.

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I know the extent of my abilities. Father also said that you're the most suitable for the role. How could I

have such a selfish idea?"

"But from what I've heard, you were the one that managed the Marshall family's assets before I did, weren't you?" Hendrix narrowed his eyes and revealed a smile that could have meant anything.

They stared each other down and neither of them would look away.

Nobody could stay calm when staring into Hendrix's eyes. Those who could were people who were very difficult to deal with.

Whoever he stared at would always give themselves away and reveal their intentions after a couple of words from Hendrix.

Half a minute into this silent

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confrontation, Jordan was the first

to give in. He pretended to

inconspicuously look away from se

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Hendrix. "Brother, you should understand by now that there are a

lot of things that aren't up to us."

Before Hendrix could respond,

Jordan turned around to leave. He turned around and placed his hand on Wynn's shoulder. He put on a serious face and said, "Gerland is the best in the world in computer research. I have sent some people to fetch some reference materials fop

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you, they should be back soon. When the plane arrives, I'll arrange for someone to send everything to you."

"Thank you, Uncle Jordan." It was quite rare for Wynn to smile in front of anyone other than Aurelia and myself.

It seemed that Jordan and Wynn had gotten along very well in the past six years.

"It's getting late, and I have something to deal with. I wouldn't want to disturb your family time. I'll excuse myself."

After that, Jordan walked out, steady and languidly, without any sign of panic on his face.