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.

plate of food she had chosen from a variety of breakfast options when Gabriel unexpectedly

agency can’t come over today because of some issues. Since you happen to speak Sylvonican, can you go over

nearly spat out the oatmeal in her mouth. She wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue and said awkwardly, “I realized that Mr. Faymon

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

happens.” Gabriel adjusted his glasses before continuing, “When you finish eating, Ms. Garland, I’ll have someone take you there. The negotiation starts at ten, so you still

since she could

for business, so if there’s anything that requires my help, I’ll have to take

not have time to

had just arrived at the entrance of

Ms. Garland.” The driver spoke fluent Anglandurn. “I’ll get you to Eleven Restaurant before

surname and also the time and location, Rayna assumed that he was

car was locked

kept herself busy by taking out her phone and turning on the navigation to search for Eleven Restaurant, discovering that the place was not far and a forty-minute journey

road to get there

taxi turned around following the turning of the steering wheel. However, Rayna noticed that the route on her phone had not

driver is lying and isn’t planning

and that the door was also tightly secured. Her suspicion was reinforced

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

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

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 after inhaling

chair with her wrists and feet bound when she regained

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

a pretty red plaid skirt that day. She leaned against the chair lazily with her legs crossed, looking like

calmed down when she saw Kristie. Thank goodness it’s