Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 25 A Good Show

Thank god I’ve never offended Uncle Curtis in any way.

Laying down on the soft bed that was extremely comfortable for sleeping, Rayna slept soundly for the night. When she woke up, she heard vague footsteps and noises outside her room.

The show’s about to begin?

With a face full of smiles, Rayna took her time to freshen up, change into a fresh set of clothes, put on her makeup, and put on the ring Julian gifted her before opening the door.

Julian looked anguished as he stood amongst the swarm of reporters. He did not realize Rayna was coming out of the room as he said, “Ladies and gentlemen, I understand that one should not wash one’s dirty linens in public, but my wife has crossed the line. I’ve been struggling to make ends meet, but there she was. Cheating on me behind my back. I suspect the child in her is not even of my bloodline!”

Julian pretended to be a pitiful man and a husband whose wife cheated on him. Meanwhile, the reporters took their stand as they sided with Julian. Rayna just waited and watched, looking smug.

With that acting skill, it was a shame that Julian did not receive an Oscar.

The reporters then started convincing Julian to breach the door. Julian pretentiously turned them down for a moment before he satisfied their needs. He started kicking the door, and with the help of the reporters, the door was quickly kicked open, allowing them to swarm into the room.

After getting into the room, Julian couldn’t conceal the excitement flickering in his eyes at the sight of the figures under the blanket.

Rayna, you’re done for!

“What do you think you’re doing, Rayna?” Julian roared as he removed the blanket, revealing two naked people underneath the blanket. He, however, quickly found himself dumbstruck, for instead of Rayna, the lady on the bed was Meredith!

In the meantime, the reporters tapped their fingers quickly on the shutter-release button, and the noises slapped some senses back into Julian. Thinking that Meredith betrayed him, Julian grabbed the woman by her hair in a manner lacking politeness or grace and slapped her.

Slap!

slap immediately woke Meredith from her

surrounding her and the angry Julian standing

this? Why am

were some family matters you had to deal with and asked me to wait in the hotel last night, but here you are, cheating on me

like that? Also, aren’t you the one

you a message like

She pinched Dylan and woke him from his sleep. “Weren’t

don’t know!” Though Dylan knew the reporters would take photos of him upon waking up, that was not part of the plan. Besides, he was sure he had entered the

the meantime, the reporters became even more

them even asked a question sharply, “Mr. Faymon, who is the person you’re referring to? Also, it appears that you’re very upset with the presence of this lady. Are you, perhaps,

was too preoccupied with arguing with Julian that she forgot about the reporters’ existence, which allowed them to witness the argument between Julian and her. At

good friends.” Meredith gritted her teeth and used Dylan as a decoy. “He thought this colleague of mine assaulted me,

the reporters looked

they heard was that Julian reprimanded Meredith for cheating on him.

good at twisting

accepted Julian’s money, they dared not say anything recklessly

gestured to Julian with a glance. Upon capturing the signal, Julian, too, came to the realization that they had been set up by someone else. He played along

meantime, Dylan’s expression changed

Meredith, Dylan stuttered badly, “Ms. Jones, you

act like you haven’t done it now?” Meredith slapped Dylan and continued, “If you’re unhappy with me in the company, you can always tell me. Why resort

face with her hands and started weeping. At

asked me to help!” Dylan grabbed Meredith by her hair and scolded, “How dare you accuse me now? What

shoving Meredith around, Julian couldn’t stand back anymore. He lunged at Dylan and hurled punches

was more important

his hand and pretended to be a magnanimous person. “He’s my employee, after all. There’s no need to make a police report. Let’s not make a scene out