My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1743

I avoided him and looked around, afraid that there would be any lingering reporters. If they happened to encounter us, I did not know how many troubles would happen.

After confirming that there were only the two of us around, I replied, "Sebastian was afraid that I would die, and he would not be able to threaten you if I did. What does it have to do with acting? Wait, did you just say I was being obvious?"

Hendrix shrugged his shoulders without saying yes or no. "You could almost compete with that woman, Stephanie Simpson."

I gasped, "You mean that you've seen through that woman's identity at a glance?"

"Is it that difficult?" Hendrix asked matter-of-factly.

Looking at his firm demeanor, I was completely speechless.

Even Hendrix could see it. Didn't this mean that Freya understood even more? She had a strong radar for pretentious, scheming women, after all.

Then, why would she act as if nothing had happened...

If that was the case, how could Hendrix not realize that about Andrea back then? Perhaps this thing was only indiscernible to those who were involved.

I hoped so, or it would be too cruel to Freya.

"It's late. Let's head back. It's time for you to take your medicine," Hendrix reminded me.

I was immersed in the anger of Freya being cheated on. I remembered everything I had to suffer through because of Andrea, and when I looked at Hendrix again, there was more dissatisfaction in my eyes.

"You saw through it, but you still helped Zachary Holt cover it up. Are all men like this? Do you like to work together on these things?" I questioned.

Hendrix frowned and looked at me helplessly while saying, "You didn't tell Freya either, did you?"