I took a deep breath and calmed down. Then, I turned and walked to a corner, picked up the dagger, walked back towards the bodyguard, and handed it to him. "Do you know what to do?"
The bodyguard looked up at me and frowned slightly. He hesitated for a second, as if he was considering the validity of this matter.
But soon, he made up his mind.
The bodyguard struggled to stand up, picked up the bloody coat on the ground, and put it on. He snatched the knife in my hand, placed the blade against my neck, and walked out slowly.
Aaron, who had been standing outside the door, saw the bodyguard trying to kidnap me. His expression darkened immediately.
Aaron's men quickly formed a circle around the door of the basement.
Someone informed Hendrix, and he came in from the side door with Evan.
I glanced at Hendrix for a second, but I didn't see any fear nor panic in his eyes. I looked away guiltily before he realized what I had planned to do.
Hendrix was smart. He could easily figure out that if the bodyguard wanted to take me hostage, he had to rely on my help.
"Arianna." Hendrix's voice carried a special tone whenever he was angry.
After hesitating for a moment, I looked at him again.
As soon as I turned around, I was caught in Hendrix's meaningful gaze.
No one dared to move. After a while, Hendrix's complicated and unclear emotions suddenly dissipated as if he had figured it out. He was extremely calm.
"Aren't you nervous? There is a knife against your neck. You didn't even call for help." Hendrix's words were sharp.
My heart sank, and I clenched my fists.
Hendrix's words were quite meaningful.
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