My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2385

About an hour later, the sound of Jordan's car came from the driveway. I got up without hesitation, immediately going out of the house and into the car to sit next to him.

"The trip might be uncomfortable. Are you sure you can handle it?" Jordan asked.

"Don't underestimate me. After all, I'm the woman that you admire. I won't embarrass you," I said with a poker face. Hearing this, the corners of Jordan's mouth turned up. He then ordered the chauffeur in a low voice, "Drive."

After an hour's travel, we boarded Jordan's helicopter that was parked on a golf course in the suburbs. We flew to Lasuvia.

As Jordan had previously claimed, it was unlikely to find anyone else who had mysophobia like him working in this field.

What I saw when I got there were ragged men, dwellings made from old wood, and a group leader who looked like a homeless person. There were a few lodgings that didn't even have a toilet, so they could only go into the wild to solve their physiological needs.

The only benefit I got from following Jordan was that I was guaranteed a hot shower before bed every day.

In their territory, even a seven or eight-year-old child was permitted to carry a gun. For them, human lives were even less valuable than livestock.

It was also these children who shocked me the most. They didn't go to school and didn't like toys. They acted like adults as they formed a circle to play poker. The winner would shoot the other party with a gun and the rest of the children habitually dragged the loser aside to continue this absurd life-and-death game. Those who survived by chance became henchmen to be ordered around by the drug traffickers.

Within seven days, we went to a total of 13 countries and pretty much met all of Jordan's partners in business.

No one really regarded me as Mrs. Jordan. They only thought that the stone-faced Jordan finally attained enlightenment and understood the beauty of women. Some even went so far as to comment on my figure and appearance behind Jordan's back, thinking that Jordan should choose someone younger.

Although they didn't know how to watch their mouths in private, they were still courteous to me on the surface in consideration of Jordan's status. This saved me from all the body searches as well as sparing the location tracking app on my phone.

On the afternoon of the ninth day, the bitter journey ended at last and we returned to Jarold City.

Jordan sent me home and went to deal with some troublesome things that had cropped up in Jarold City.

After washing up, I drove straight to Wynn's school to fetch him and went back to Aaron's house.

As soon as we entered the door, I handed my phone to Wynn, "Baby, have you been keeping an eye on my whereabouts these days?"

"Yup," Wynn nodded, "Mom, you've been overseas for a really long time. Why didn't you take Aurelia and me along?"

"There's always next time," I rubbed

his head with a smile and then said, "Now, Kelp me extract all the

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location data, okay? Those that I've stayed for more than an hour."

"Alright," Having had experience, Wynn was able to operate it more skillfully. It only took him around ten minutes to process all the

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information.

"It's done, Mom. I'll compress them into a file and put it on my computer's desktop. Do you want me to send it to your phone?"

"No," I warily stopped him from

pressing the send button. I took out

the note with Cyrus' number aut

said, "Send it to this numberThis content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Wynn took a look at the note with a curious expression, but he didn't enquire any further and did as I said.

In less than a minute, the word "success" popped up on the computer screen indicating that the file was already sent.

Looking at that single word in the background of algorithms, I let out a long sigh.

We were not far from a triumph.