My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 283

It was Evan. "Yes, Mr. Roberts?"

"Fire the girl at the front desk and put her on our blacklist," he said coldly. Then, he thought of something and continued, "Next time, don't simply let anyone come up to my floor without my permission."

Evan was a little confused, "Who, Mr. Roberts?"

"Andrea," Hendrix said, and he was ready to hang up the phone.

Evan might have sensed it, so he hurriedly said, "But Miss Burton always comes with Mr. Shelley. I don't think I can stop her-"

His brows furrowed, Hendrix cut Evan short, "Then you should come up with something to solve it."

After that, he hung up. He then looked upwards at me and asked, "How do you think I handled this?"

I nodded in approval, "Simple and rough."

He asked, "Are you satisfied with it?"

The corner of my lips twitched. "It's none of my business."

Not wanting to listen to what he had to say next, I picked up a muffin from the table and put it in his hand. I changed the subject, "Minnie said you'd be very happy if you knew that I made these."

He looked at the muffin in his hands, then his eyes fell on me. "Well, did you?"

"I helped only a little," I shrugged. Frankly, Minnie and Heather had done most of the works. "Pouring the batter into the muffin liners and whatnot."

Hendrix smiled, apparently expecting my lack of participation in the baking process. "It looks a little ugly, but it should taste good."

Hearing his comment, I scoffed.