Chapter 172


    Right when I thought back about it, everything seemed to be nned in advance, as it happened all of


    a sudden.


    Pedro Moore!


    The name suddenly popped up in my mind, and I felt a chill running down my spine.


    Of course, they would be behind it. If something were to happen to the Roberts Group, the only people


    capable of helping Hendrix would be Valerie and Pedro. Those two had the bestwork in town, not to


    mention their financial capability.


    After all, they found their daughter back after twenty years. How could they, as her parents, not provide


    her anything she wanted?


    Andrea loved Hendrix, and that was a well-known fact among us. If it wasn''t for a scandal of that scale,


    Hendrix would never agree to divorce a pregnant woman like me. But if the situation was that worse,


    everything would be possible.


    "What are you thinking about?" Monique tugged my sleeve and asked.


    "The scheme!" I said as I lost my appetite. I looked at Monique and said, "I''m afraid they''re not after


    Hendrix this time. They''reing for me!"


    She looked puzzled, and she asked, "What? You''re confusing me."


    I ignored her as my headache worsened. If Valerie and Pedro were really behind that, why would they


    board on the flight that they knew was gonna crash? Why would they put their precious daughter at risk


    too?


    "Don''t mind me. I might be overthinking things!" I simply replied to Monique and went back to the


    bedroom.


    Then I called Sawyer. The phone was connected after a few rings, he asked, "Arianna, are you okay?"


    "Yes!" Standing on the bedroom''s balcony with the night lights of the city shining in front of me, I asked,


    "How''s the situation there?"


    "He''s still in the ICU. There''s nothing I can do but wait. Besides, it''s useless for me to stay here, so I


    wille back today. Brilliant Audit is under investigation. If I don''t head back soon, things might turn


    out worse," he said.


    Of course, it was useless. What was the point of guarding the patient when one couldn''t even see the


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    patient?


    "Have you seen Austin and Josiah?" I asked as I got reminded of those two.


    With everything that had happened to thepanytely, shouldn''t theye back instead of staying


    at Jarold City to take care of Hendrix?


    It wouldn''t make any sense if they chose to stay there.


    "Josiah is in the ICU. Austin sent someone over today, and he had already left in the morning. Don''t


    worry about the Roberts Group. Just see it as a huge shuffle happening among thepany. It will


    recover in half a month at most," Heforted me.


    He sounded like he was in the hospital''s corridor, as I could hear echoes faintly from the background.


    "Yeah, okay!" I frowned. I wasn''t experienced in the business world to figure things on my own.


    I hung the phone after making some small talks with Sawyer.


    Then, I cleaned myself up and prepared to head out.


    If Austin came back that day, the first ce he would head to would definitely be the Roberts Group''s


    building.


    Monique was startled when she saw that I picked up my bag and was about to head out. She blocked


    my path and looked at me, "Are you insane? Where do you think you''re going at a time like this?"


    "Austin''s back. I''m going to thepany," I said.


    She was speechless at my answer, "Let him deal with the things if he came back. You are pregnant.


    What if something happened to you when you''re out there?"


    "I''m fine," I responded. The situation shouldn''t be as grave as I thought. Especially when Austin only


    came back after a few days, that further proved that he knew better about how things were going at


    that moment.


    "I''ll go with you!" Monique insisted. She knew she wouldn''t be able to convince me otherwise, so she


    took her coat and went out with me.


    There were still a lot of reporters and shareholders gathered around the Roberts Group''s building. We


    couldn''t get through the front door.


    Fortunately, Monique was quick-witted. She drove my car and parked right in front of Roberts Group''s


    building. Not long after, someone among the crowd noticed my car as they shouted, "Isn''t that Arianna?


    That''s Mrs.


    Roberts'' car!"