Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Because I Trust You

“You did pretty well this time,” Curtis praised benevolently. “You guys must be tired, so go home and get some rest. Have someone else take over your shifts.”

“I’ll stay here and watch over her, Mr. Faymon.” James chose not to leave. “She got hurt because I was negligent, and I fear there might still be other accomplices hiding around inside the hotel.”

Curtis’ eyes flashed briefly at that, but he quickly responded, “You’ve already taken the guy down, so there’s no need to feel guilty anymore. Go on home. I can manage on my own for now, but I’ll be needing your help quite a bit in the next few days to come.” Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing how insistent the man was, James had no choice but to leave with Cillian.

The room fell into silence right after they exited.

Curtis stood there pondering over something before picking up his phone from the table, walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and dialing a number.

The call went through almost immediately.

“What can I help you with, Curtis?” A woman’s gentle, soothing voice rang out from across the line.

“Sorry to bother you at this hour.” Curtis gazed out the window and at the view with a blank expression. “My dad said he hadn’t seen you for a long time. Are you still in Saintnam, Aunt Sienna?”

“That’s right. I’ve been rather busy,” Sienna answered. “I might have to be here for one or two months.”

“You sure are working hard. Will you be back for our huge family gathering?”

“We’ll see about that. I’ll try to make it.”

“Okay. Let me know if you do come back. I’ll pick you up myself.”

Sienna chuckled. “You’re being too courteous, Curtis! We’re family, are we not? I know you have so much to do at Faymon Group. There’s no way I’d let such a busy man like you come and get me.”

The man curled his lips frostily, albeit still sounding warm. “It’s precise because we’re family that I have to fetch you personally. Besides, you’re my aunt and also my dad’s favorite sister.”

“Okay, then. I’ll talk to you when the time comes.”

“Sure. Well, then, I shan’t bother you anymore.”

The call lasted only five minutes. Curtis stared out the window while clutching his phone.

Gabriel stood nearby silently. It was as though no one was there.

After about ten minutes, Curtis turned to him expressionlessly. “What is my aunt doing in Saintnam?”

Gabriel adjusted his glasses. “It has something to do with a collaboration with Imperial Corporation. Also, she’s withdrawn two hundred and thirty million to invest in Jade Group, the current biggest enterprise in Saintnam. She’s now the second-largest shareholder.”

“Jade Group owns the biggest tobacco company in the world. They also sell these things in secret. The profits are huge, so she’s pretty smart to have chosen them.” Curtis raised an eyebrow and sneered. “But both her companies in Spaunia and Boguia have already shut down, and her ex-lover ran away with two hundred million. Where did she get the funds to invest in Jade Group?”

“You may have been too busy to hear that Mr. Jared’s getting a promotion,” Gabriel said. “There are some people trying to butter him up by sending him gifts and cash, but he never accepted anything from them. They gave all that money to Ms. Sienna instead.”

Curtis snorted upon hearing that. “My aunt may seem intelligent, but she’s clearly not the brightest bulb around, huh? Doesn’t she realize that playing dirty with me will only make things difficult for her son?”

“Ms. Sienna’s always been reckless with money, so she must have become desperate after running out of it and losing her lover.” Gabriel had a helpless expression on his face too. “Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gathered all that intel from her informants and asked her foster son’s wife to talk to Ms. Garland. Besides, look at how worked up she got when the negotiations fell through.”

Curtis tapped a finger against his thigh. “Send a few men from Lostaria to Saintnam. Talk to them beforehand and have them secretly get Sienna to withdraw her capital. If they refuse, do whatever needs to be done. Theodore doesn’t involve himself in the military, but he has lots of connections. Let him know about this, so he can get people to make sure Jared doesn’t get promoted for the next five years. In fact, it’d be best if they could relocate him to the western region.”

The man glanced at the bedroom with hostility before continuing, “One billion’s too much for her to handle, and she’s going to have to pay the price for trying to hurt what’s mine.”

“Understood,” Gabriel replied eagerly.

All this while, Curtis would turn a blind eye to all the antics Sienna had been up to just because they were family. This time, however, she had evidently crossed the line.

Gabriel couldn’t help but fawn over how handsome his boss was now.

Rayna felt an intense pain in her throat and on her neck when she woke up.

She scanned her surroundings. The windows indicated it was daytime, and the bedroom was about the same size as the suite she lived in, but this wasn’t her room. There was also someone else inside here apart from her.

Curtis was dressed in a set of cotton pajamas as he sat cross-legged on a chair. He looked particularly elegant, sleeping with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

I’m still alive?

Rayna tried to sit up but didn’t have the strength. With much effort, she lifted her hair to touch her neck, only to inhale sharply and grit her teeth in pain as her fingers came into contact with her skin.

Yup. I’m alive.

Being the light sleeper he was, Curtis opened his eyes as soon as he heard Rayna gasp. He got up, walked toward the bed, and helped her out, placing a pillow behind her waist for support.

“Are you all right, Ms. Garland?” he asked after pouring her a glass of water.

Rayna wanted to say that her neck hurt, but the words wouldn’t come out. She could only point to her neck and glare at the man while snatching the glass from him.

The reason someone had broken into her suite was obvious; it definitely had something to do with the collaboration project.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Garland. I was negligent.” Curtis dragged the chair over and sat down next to the bed. He truly felt guilty over Rayna having nearly been assassinated.

Rayna continued to gnash her teeth and rummage around.

After locating her phone, she typed on it furiously and showed him the screen: I was nearly killed, Mr. Faymon! Do you think just saying sorry is going to cut it?

“You’re right, Ms. Garland. An apology certainly isn’t enough,” the man said before taking out a document he had long prepared. It was the contract he had gotten Roxanne to sign back then.

“This is the original copy, Ms. Garland. Feel free to keep it or destroy it. Not only that, but I’ll promise you three things. I’ll compensate you as much as I can, whether it’s about money, your job position, or your accommodation.”

Rayna glanced at him dubiously and took the document.

It really is the contract Roxanne signed. Seeing this made her think about all the situations Curtis had created. I wouldn’t have come to Tyrandas if it weren’t for him, and I certainly wouldn’t have nearly died either!

With that in mind, the woman ripped every page of the documents into shreds. She felt relieved after doing so. However, turning to Curtis, he noticed how calm he appeared.

I just destroyed the document. Isn’t he nervous?

She typed on her phone again: I just tore up the contract, Mr. Faymon. Aren’t you worried I’d find a chance to run back home instead of helping you with the project negotiations?

The man glanced at her screen and curled his lips. “Nope,” he answered confidently.