My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2268

Hearing my words, Evan suddenly lost his strength and fell back to the ground with a helpless, sad look, "This is my choice."

I frowned in disbelief, feeling stunned for a moment, and tried to drag him away. "No, you are not sober now. The decisions you're making now are all wrong. You must come with me!"

Maybe I was no longer fighting with Hendrix or Jordan, but I couldn't keep quiet and let this happen. I couldn't allow myself to see my family or friends getting mentally and physically abused and end up giving up themselves. I'd seen it once, and it would not happen again.

But my little strength was nothing compared to Evan's strong body. He was like a heavyweight, who insisted not to move, and there's nothing I could do to move him.

I felt defeated. I let go of Evan and sighed helplessly. I looked down at the ground and felt dizzy in my head.

Was this a dream?

Or was it an illusion? Or how else would things turn out this was? The situation was completely out of control as if there was no other way to solve this at all.

The whole atmosphere fell into a strange silence, and none of us said a word. Jordan, who was still upstairs, didn't take any further action. I wasn't sure whether he and Hendrix knew each other's presence, or was it all just an act to test each other?

The only thing that I was sure was that no matter whether Hendrix was good or bad, he was willing to risk everything to get Evan addicted to that drug, which was also a sign that he wanted to go all the way to the dark side.

There was nothing more reassuring than selling a product that you consume yourself. The only smart move Hendrix made was making Evan his replacement as a drug addict.

Aaron's words came to my mind again. I looked at Hendrix and hugged myself subconsciously. It seemed that this was the only way to resist the coldness rising from the bottom of my heart.

I couldn't help but ask myself whether I could love Hendrix after he had changed so much.

Finally, Jordan came down from upstairs. He appeared at the stairs and glanced around with a poker face, then looked at Evan.

After all the commotion earlier, the

bag of drugs ended up lying quietly

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at Evan's feet. Jordan bent down to pick it up and looked at it closely. Then he looked at Hendrix and asked coldly, "How can such quality be worthy of the closest person around you? Hendrix, giving this would make your subordinates lose trust in you and feel disappointed."

Hendrix remained unmoved as he replied, "Well, I should be the one asking you. Perhaps they think that this is what I'm worth, and there's no need to bring out the good stuff."

Jordan looked down and did not retort. After a while, he raised his hand and threw the bag out of the door. When we finally reacted, he held up his hand, and there was a syringe.

Jordan's eyes flashed with a hint of evil, and he smiled even more widely, "This is the highest quality and most

pure of all. Since he is someone you value so much, why don't you give it tobim personally?"

The higher the purity of the drug, the stronger the addiction would be. Even if there was a chance for him to get rid of the addiction in the future, he would suffer a lot more during the process.

Hendrix looked down at the thick syringe and took it. Without hesitation, he walked towards Evan and squatted down.

"Hendrix, you must be crazy! Stop it! If he can't stand it, he'll die!" My brain was buzzing. I tried to stop him with all my strength, but Jordan grabbed me. He was so strong that I didn't have enough strength to fight back.