My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2355

It was obvious that Francis and Kingsley hadn't discussed this with Grayson beforehand. They shifted uneasily in their seats and looked anxious. Seeing how Grayson was still staring at Jordan furiously, Kingsley cleared his throat, "Ahem..."

Kingsley initially wanted to remind Grayson not to be rash but was misunderstood as being a coward. He continued, "Alright, alright, Kingsley. Stop coughing already. Do you think I don't know what's on your mind? You are just afraid of Jordan. But let me tell you, I'm going to go all out today. I don't believe that the group will belong to him alone! Let's see if he can still be the chairman without us supporting him!"

Even I felt that Grayson was being unreasonable. Since Kingsley and Francis failed to persuade him, they had no choice but to stay silent and acquiesced in joining him.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

I looked at all these shenanigans with a sneer on my face. It seemed that I was very lucky to be able to witness the scene of this so-called indestructible organization having internal fights.

In a world where Jordan believed that the powerful conquered the weak, people's trust was just like a piece of paper to him, so thin that it could be torn easily with just a stab.

After going through Grayson's questioning, Jordan slowly drank the hot coffee in his hand. He was neither angry nor embarrassed. It was as if he didn't hear a word the man said, and even if he did, he couldn't care less.

Grayson, on the other hand, looked like he was greatly humiliated. He pointed at Jordan and asked, "Jordan, why are you not saying anything?" After a moment of silence, Jordan smacked his lips and put down the coffee that was in his hand. He looked up at the crowd and replied slowly, "There's nothing for me to say. Grayson, you are right. I'm listening, but..."

He dragged on and then looked at Hendrix. He raised the corners of his lips, but there was endless darkness and coldness in his eye. "I don't mind if you are being suspicious of me. But Grayson, shouldn't you also be fair enough to suspect our new leader, Hendrix?"

With a few words, he successfully shifted the spotlight towards Hendrix.

Indeed, compared to doubting Jordan's intention in killing his subordinates, Hendrix, who had just joined the group, but had been promoted all the way, was more suspicious.

Usually, there would only be two possibilities. One, he was an undercover agent from the police force, and the other was that he was born to do this job. But in most cases, they turned out to be the first kind.

For a moment, everyone's eyes on Hendrix became intriguing.

I subconsciously felt nervous for him in my heart.

"Hendrix, do you have anything to say?" Kingsley asked.

Hendrix seemed to be in a daze earlier. When he heard Kingsley call him, only then did he come back to his senses and reply with a sneer, "I have nothing to say."

"So you are admitting that you were the one who did it?" Grayson snapped and shouted.

Hendrix sat up straight and answered leisurely, "I never said that either."

"Then what do you mean exactly?" Grayson felt that he had been fooled and suddenly raised his voice.

"It's very simple." Hendrix sneered. He turned his head and looked in the direction of me and Jordan. There was no emotion in his eyes. "I know that my experience and abilities are better than anyone else here."

What he said was true. Hendrix had always been cautious. Hence, there was no reason for him to shoot himself in the foot.

Seeing that everyone else on the table nodded thoughtfully, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Although the people in this room

were all dressed like ordinary people, we all knew in our hearts that under their warm and gentle facade, each and everyone at this table was a cruet and merciless soul. We had to be extra careful when being in the same room with such people.

Hendrix had just gotten rid of his

suspicion for a moment. He

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returned the spotlight to Jordan and uttered, Since you are being so straightforward, I will not hide anymore. I have a problem that I can't figure out. I hope you can explain it to me."

Jordan was very calm. "No problem, go ahead and say it."

"It's not really a big deal. I just don't know if there are any special arrangements between you and Charles,the godson of the former high-ranking official in Zuckerburg. I noticed that you have been

contacting each other quite often

lately."

As soon as he heard about Charles, Kingsley stood up in fright. "Charles is the toughest official around. He hates those who do business like us the most!"

Grayson stared at Jordan again and scolded him aggressively, "How do you explain that, Jordan?"