My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Emily seemed to have been provoked. She took the shotgun and bent down. She then pressed the shotgun against my heart. "Jordan, remember this. There's a price to pay when you take something that's not yours."

As she spoke, her face became cruel. In that instant, Jordan broke free from the men's grip.

Suddenly, what sounded like bombs going off filled the space. It felt like the ground was breaking apart.

Before I could think, in the next second, a helicopter appeared in the sky. Countless bullets rained down and some of Emily's people were hit. They fell to the ground, dead.

In a frenzy, several people, who were quicker, immediately covered Emily and tried to escape.

They tried to fight back against the helicopter with their guns as they retreated. However, their firepower was completely ineffective. They were defeated.

Emily and her men huddled at the side of the car, then the men forcefully dragged Emily away. "Miss, saving your life is more important now!"

At the same time, Jordan was free. But because of the wound on his shoulder, he gritted his teeth and held on for a while before he finally stood up headed for me, about to protect me.

However, Emily was not willing to let us go just like that. Before getting in the car, she grabbed a gun and aimed at us. The bullet pierced through Jordan's left leg. His legs gave way, and he instantly knelt on the ground.

I laughed crazily and ignored the fact that the gunshots were getting closer. I only knew that he had finally experienced the pain that Evan went through.

As Emily was about to fire for the second time, the helicopter hit their car. Emily and her men were forced to retreat and they fled from the scene.

As soon as they left, the people on the helicopter stopped shooting, and they slowly hovered above me.

The door of the helicopter opened, and they descended. A few people in military uniform came down hurriedly and immediately surrounded us. One of them, dressed in heavy camouflage, came forward and started to loosen the ropes around me.

The moment I saw his eyes, I instantly knew that it was Hendrix.

Pain and sadness welled up in my heart in an instant, and the tip of my nose twitched. I cried out in a voice that only the two of us could hear "Raiya is dead, Hendrix. They thought she was me and then they killed her. She died for me. How am I supposed to tell Sawyer

Hendrix calmly untied the ropes around my body and gently wrapped my hands in his palms. His gaze was firm and calm as he exclaimed, "Arianna, be strong. Hold on a little

longer, and we'll avenge Raiya. Trust me, trust your Hendrix, okay?"

"I'm begging you."

I really wanted to hold onto him and sob my eyes out. I wanted to become a selfish person and wanted him to take me to a place without hurt and pain. I wanted to hide and become a coward. However, I knew that was unrealistic. The dead were already gone, and the living had to live and fight for them. When we ended the source of evil, only then will they be able to rest peacefully.

I held back my tears and squeezed out words from between my teeth. "Okay."

Hendrix glanced at me and then retreated to the side. He hid in the crowd and lowered his head.

Following that, several soldiers exchanged signals. After ensuring that they were safe, Cyrus, who was in front, walked forward and asked about my situation, "Miss Reid, are you okay?" "I'm fine." I wiped my tears and forced a smile. "It's all thanks to you guys this time."

"It's all thanks to..." Cyrus suddenly

stopped halfway through his sentence. He looked in Hendrix's direction and immediately changed his words. "It's all thanks to Miss Reid's. Tuck. We didn't do much, but when we talk to Jordan later, you have to cooperate."