My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2386

Watching us complete all of this, Aaron, who had been silent for a long time, interrupted casually, "Destroy all evidence of the original positioning, and don't leave any traces behind."

His words reminded me that if something happened to the foundations abroad, it would inevitably make Jordan suspicious. It was indeed necessary to destroy the evidence.

I looked at Wynn, who was waiting for my decision, and patted him on the shoulder. "Just do what Uncle says."

"Okay." Wynn instantly became focused. He began to fiddle with his computer and tinker with his phone.

Aaron poured me a glass of warm milk while he waited for Wynn to handle the matter. "Drink it. Look at yourself. You are already so skinny."

"I'd rather be skinny than be beaten to a pulp." I took the milk and drank half a cup as I looked at him teasingly.

Aaron was furious and helpless. But, in the end, his expression softened. Then he started discussing, "Don't go back to that place anymore, especially since we have gotten all of the data.

The people there are quite unpredictable. Who knows what they'd do to you once their temper flares again."

"Huh?" I shook my head quickly. "No, with me there, Jordan won't run away. This matter has been haunting us for so many years. We should end it as soon as possible. At least on our side."

"Just go ahead after you've made up your mind. You don't have to worry about Wynn and the others. Emma and I will take care of it," Aaron finally compromised.

As Aaron spoke, he subconsciously reached out to touch Wynn's little head with his uninjured hand.

I whispered, "Have you been going to your treatment sessions regularly?"

"What do you think?" Aaron answered half-jokingly, "Your sister-in-law would have skinned me alive if I were to miss even a single session."

I snorted while holding in my laughter. "In that case, you should keep obediently listening to her."

Aaron shrugged his shoulders and declined to comment.

A few days later, I received a text message from Cyrus after I had woken up.

"The plan has commenced."

I read it with a calm heart, deleted the message, and then pretended that nothing had happened. I continued to stay with Jordan every day.

It seemed that he was no longer wary of me after that last trip abroad. He would always bring me along, no matter where he went or what he did.

Finally, after another week, Cyrus'NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

men joined the foreign forces and

conducted a joint attack. The

organization that was supporting et

Jordan suffered heavy losses and was almost wiped out. Stanley sent someone to ask Jordan to take me there, but Jordan just hung up the phone in silence.

Two days later, as soon as Jordan and I entered the house, we saw Stanley, who was supposed to be

stationed somewhere on the sea et

sitting in the living room. There were many bodyguards dressed in suits in the room. All of them were equipped with various weapons, giving off a sense of oppression.

Stanley slowly turned to look at the door when he heard footsteps approaching. His turbid eyes were filled with ruthless fierceness, itching to tear me into pieces.

Had it been under any normal circumstances, Stanley would have been stationed at sea all year round to avoid the police. However, he took the risk to return this time as he had to personally deal with Jordan who had been disobedient.

Jordan stopped at the door for a while, then took my hand and walked over. He stood beside the sofa and said respectfully, "Stanley."

Hearing this, Stanley slowly got up.

After standing up straight, he reached out directly and patted Jordan's face. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Jordan, you really gave me a huge gift. Do you know how much I have lost in this siege?"

Jordan turned his face away.