My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 142

"Hello, I'd like to make a police report. Someone trespassed into my house. I need you to send someone over to investigate," I replied.

"Sure, ma'am. Our patrol officers will be right there as soon as possible," The police officer said over the phone.

Andrea looked at me in disbelief as I hung up the phone. She asked, mouth gaped, "Arianna, what are you doing?"

I crossed my arms and leaned on the door frame, "Making a police report."

Andrea clenched her fists tightly, and her face turned pale. She stared at me with anger in her eyes and said, "This is Hendrix's house. He bought most of the objects here because I liked them. Arianna, you're so shameless to try and claim this place!"

I raised my eyebrows and glanced at the things in the house. Then I said, "Miss Burton, you do like a variety of things, but that doesn't mean those things belong to you just because you like them. I wonder what you learned over the years you received basic education?"

I noticed that there were some delicate vases on top of the living room's collection rack. It seemed like Andrea bought those for Hendrix back then.

I walked over, looked at one of the vases and asked, "Is this what you liked?"

Once I finished my words, I pushed the vase down the rack without hesitation, and then the sweet sound of a breaking celadon echoed through the villa.

"Arianna! You... I'm not done with you!" Andrea said with her eyes red, and she was about to come onto me.

I have spent the past two years dealing with her, and I couldn't be more familiar with her tricks.

I steadily moved my body away from her. And since she was pouncing at me out of anger, she couldn't stop herself, so she crashed into the collection rack.

Andrea broke a couple of valuable items.

My heart ached a little at the loss, then I said, "Miss Burton, remember to compensate me for that after you calm down."

Andrea was trembling from anger. She looked like she couldn't wait to tear me apart, and she said angrily, "Arianna, you're going too far."

A siren rang outside the villa, and it didn't take long for someone to ring the doorbell.

When I opened the door, three young policemen came in. When they saw me, they asked, "Someone reported about a trespass, may we know who's the property owner?"