Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 70 The Delusional Kristie

Rayna had the most peaceful sleep in her room ever since the day of the assassination. Previously, when sharing a bedroom with Curtis, she had been extremely cautious and dared not make any sound when she slept.

This time, she slept comfortably until half-past eight and felt refreshed.

Rayna changed into a casual shirt and a pair of cargo pants. Despite not looking devastatingly beautiful, she still appeared slim, pretty, and sophisticated. She left her room after applying some light makeup.

Cillian was no longer alone outside the door as there were two other unfamiliar faces.

The two lookout men greeted Rayna, and she smiled in return before turning around and knocking on Curtis’ door, which was next to hers.

She wanted to ask him about Julian.

Julian is a maternal cousin of the Faymon family, and his father passed away when he was young. After graduating, he was able to enter the Faymon Group thanks to the Faymon family members among the higher-ups who were looking out for him. But I don’t understand why he wishes to steal this partnership when he’s well aware that Curtis is not someone to be trifled with. Which member of the Faymon family is he siding with? Ms. Sienna?

“Good morning, Ms. Garland.” Gabriel walked over from the corridor just as Rayna rang the doorbell twice. “I just sent Mr. Faymon to Eleven Restaurant. He has an important business to discuss today,” he informed.

“Really?” She was slightly taken aback as she did not expect Curtis to have other businesses in Tyrandas. “I’ll go back to my room then. Let me know when Mr. Faymon comes back.”

Gabriel adjusted his glasses. “You’ve regained your voice entirely, Ms. Garland?” he asked.

Rayna nodded and rubbed her smooth neck as she replied, “I also didn’t expect that medicine to be so effective, as did the wound medication. The bruises on my neck are gone. Please thank Mr. Faymon on my behalf.”

“All right.” While Gabriel was saying that, he also felt puzzled deep down. The doctor prescribed the medicine a few days ago, but why is she thanking Mr. Faymon instead of the doctor?

Rayna excused herself after hearing Gabriel’s phone ring. “Go ahead with your work.”

Since she had not had breakfast yet, she went downstairs to do so before returning to settle her work.

settled down to eat a plate of food she had chosen from a variety

the interpreter we hired from the translation agency can’t come over today because of some issues. Since you happen to speak Sylvonican, can you go

oatmeal in her mouth. She wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue and said awkwardly, “I realized that Mr. Faymon is quite unlucky. Every time he

errors in the document. This time, after arriving at Tyrandas, something happened to

before continuing, “When you finish eating, Ms. Garland, I’ll have someone take you there. The negotiation

since she could

of Faymon Group who accompanied my boss here for business, so if there’s anything that requires my help, I’ll

breakfast, she did not have time to change

taxi had just arrived at the entrance of the

fluent Anglandurn. “I’ll get

and location, Rayna assumed that he was sent by Gabriel and

car was locked

taking out her phone and turning on the navigation to search for

side road to get there quicker since

the turning of the steering wheel. However, Rayna noticed that the route on her phone

fact that the route didn’t change means that the driver is lying and isn’t planning to take me

window but discovered that it was broken and that the door was also tightly secured. Her suspicion was reinforced when she sensed the car picking

at her through the rearview mirror and smiled, still acting innocent. “Don’t panic, Ms. Garland. I did take the

replied, her red lips curled into a smile. While remaining calm, she fumbled

getting worse and somewhat resembled

in front had long

a chair with her wrists and feet

was also seated on the chair in front of her, one

are you awake?” Kristie seemed to like red very much as she was wearing a pretty red plaid skirt that day. She leaned against the chair lazily with her legs crossed, looking like

Kristie. Thank goodness it’s this spoiled lady. I’m