My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 94

I ignored him and noticed that my phone was in Sawyer's hands. It was then that I remembered the

phone call he just had.

I asked shockingly, "Did you just pick up my phone?"

Sawyer nodded and sat up straight. He threw the phone to me and said, "He called so many times and

I couldn't even have a proper sleep."

I took the phone and ignored Sawyer. Going through the call records, I saw that the most recent call on

the list was from Hendrix.

I...

I dialed the number back but Hendrix had apparently switched his phone off.

I glared at Sawyer angrily and said, "What did you say just now?"

Sawyer got up and said lazily, "I didn't say anything! Hendrix asked me where you went, so I told him

you were taking a bath. Then, he asked if we were in the same room and I told him yes!"

He looked at me and said innocently, "I'm just telling the truth. Is there anything wrong?"

I smacked my hands onto my forehead and was dying to give him a good beating. "Yes, yes, you are

right."

However, what he said could easily cause a misunderstanding.

I redialed Hendrix's number, but his phone was still switched off. I gave it some good thoughts and

concluded that it was probable that Hendrix would overthink anyway.

After putting the phone away, I saw Sawyer coming out from the bathroom. It was evident from his wet

hair above his forehead that he'd just gone in to give his face a good rinse.

He wiped his face clean with a towel and said, "Let's go, it’s getting late."

Out of the hotel, I texted Monique and Josiah about their most recent whereabouts. Monique had just

settled into her hotel and was planning to rest for a bit before seeing me. On the other hand, Josiah

was occupied with another matter at hand and might have to cancel on me.

I texted a quick reply to both of them and followed Sawyer to a restaurant where Hogan had previously

booked a place for us.

Hogan was efficient. When Sawyer and I arrived, everyone else was already there. They were waiting

for our arrival before giving the green light to the waiters to start serving dinner.

It was in a private room at the restaurant. After Hogan briefly introduced himself, we then proceeded to

have some polite conversations.

The other diners were also from the top management team of the branch company. Sawyer was in his

element. After chatting for a while, he then began discussing affairs related to the branch company with

Hogan.

The duo seemed to hit it off pretty well. Then, when

I left the table for a brief moment, I came back only to find Sawyer beginning to speak unreservedly.

Looking at Hogan, he said, "Mr. Hathaway, you're considered an important shareholder in Roberts

Group. Ever since Roberts Group's public offering two years ago, we have seen massive development

and spendings in all frontiers. Although we've yet to see anyone embezzling millions of dollars of funds,

however, if such problems do exist, I'm afraid the company will sink because of these perpetrators."

Hogan was stunned and seemed to be clueless about what Sawyer was talking about. "Mr. Clark,

you're young and promising. However, I seem to be too old to catch on to what you're talking about."

"You'll understand once you take a closer look at your financial reports!" Then, Sawyer raised his glass

and looked towards me. "Come, let's drink!"

I was about to decline Sawyer's invitation before he'd finished his glass. He then took my glass and NôvelDrama.Org content.

said, "I know you can't be drinking. I'll drink on your behalf."

The rest of the management teams didn't look pleased with Sawyer's remarks at all. However, the

Chief Financial Officer broke the silence and said, "Mr. Clark, come, let's cheers to that. Thank you for

spending the time and effort to audit our company."

Then, the rest of the senior officials came to clink glasses with Sawyer too. It didn't take long before

Sawyer had gotten drunk.

After dinner, I helped Sawyer into a taxi as I became frustrated over the entire situation. Why did this

man have to drink so much if he couldn't tolerate his

alcohol well?

Monique called and I picked up the phone to hear her exclaiming, "Where are you? Let's go shopping."

Looking at the drunk beside me, I could feel my head aching. "I have a drunk b*stard to take care of, I

can't leave." "F*ck!" Monique swore, "That's no fun at all."