My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2217

"What do you mean?" I didn't have the patience to deal with Andrea and I didn't want to fall for her trick, so I suppressed the anger in my heart and said flatly, "I'm not interested in what you want to do here. No one can take away Anne's prized possession while I'm around."

Speaking of this, I paused and glared at Andrea. "If you think you can fight me head-on, try it."

She had always persuaded other people into hurting me back then. Most of my life had passed now and I didn't mind going all out with her. It just so happened I could vent my anger with this opportunity.

The world does not favor the weak.

Andrea understood the hostility in my gaze and her eyes grew fierce.

Even though the face in front of me was barely recognizable, I could still picture Andrea's original face, gnashing her teeth at me.

She squinted and squeezed her arms, causing her beautifully decorated nails to dig into her flesh. Her body trembled with every word she said, "You stole someone else's belongings. What rights do you have to be so arrogant? You have no right to

be so proud!"

Even if her beauty was fake, she looked absolutely gorgeous even when she was yelling at the top of her lungs. Somehow, she seemed like a fragile woman as she did it.

I was shocked at this. It felt like I was the most evil person in the world stepping down on her.

But I soon gathered myself and realized that this was Andrea's trick. Only a villain would behave this way.

"I don't know what you mean, but if you need one, I can introduce you to a good psychiatrist. As for the club, you can never replace Anne."

Andrea had lived a very hard life. Maybe she had suffered way too much and now lived with a mental disorder. She needed professional help. This was the only thing I would feel pity for her.

Andrea suddenly spread out her

hands and took out her phone. "Let's listen to what Moanna has to say," she said after pressing on her phone fervently.

After dialing a number, she placed the phone aside and confidently waited for someone to answer.

Freya snorted at her and said, "Who are you putting on a show for?"

I looked at her and pointed sympathetically at my head, indicating that she shouldn't argue with a lunatic.

However, in the very next second, Andrea had metaphorically slapped us in the face.

"Hey, can you say something to the staff to clear up the situation?"

Someone had answered the phone.

After Andrea asked this, she put the phone on loudspeaker and faced it towards everyone.

We soon heard a familiar voice. It was Anne.

"It's me. Do as she says and ensure that the club operates normally. I will make further arrangements once I've returned."

"Anne..."

I had yet to finish speaking when she ended the call. I didn't know how to respond for a while.

Freya's face looked just as gloomy

as mine did. Anne never answered our calls or texts but had been

keeping touch with Andrea

I didn't know what Freya was thinking about, but I felt horribly conflicted.

This situation was similar to

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stand

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my heart that reverberated

pain.