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.

a plate of food she had chosen from a

some issues. Since you happen to speak Sylvonican, can you go over

mouth with a tissue and said awkwardly, “I realized that Mr. Faymon is quite unlucky. Every time he discusses a collaboration, something will

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

his glasses before continuing, “When you finish eating, Ms. Garland, I’ll

responded curtly since she

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

did not have time to change and hurried

arrived at the entrance of the

fluent Anglandurn. “I’ll

location, Rayna assumed that he was sent by Gabriel and got into the car without

locked with a

turning on the navigation to search for Eleven Restaurant, discovering that the place was not far and a forty-minute

driver informed her that he was taking the side road to

the steering wheel. However, Rayna noticed that

didn’t change means that the driver is lying and isn’t

door was also tightly secured. Her suspicion was reinforced when she sensed the car

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

merely want to open the window to get some air,” Rayna replied, her red lips curled into a smile. While remaining calm, she fumbled in the corner where the driver could

the car was getting worse and somewhat

her mouth with her clothes, the driver in front had long covered his mouth and nose, and she passed out

chair with her wrists and feet bound when she regained

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

Kristie. Thank goodness