Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 79 Initiative

Rayna answered the phone call after she closed the balcony’s glass door. “What’s up with you again, Roxanne?”

“Ah, I’m just missing you, Rayna.” Roxanne chirped, “I called you immediately right after I was done filming. I’ll meet you tonight to have dinner together, Rayna.”

“I’m not in the country at the moment.”

“What do you mean?”

Thinking it would be fine to tell her younger sister, Rayna briefly told Roxanne that she was accompanying Curtis on an overseas business trip.

Then, Roxanne hung up the phone and video-called Rayna.

The latter answered the call. The next second, Roxanne’s face, which was covered with a facial mask, appeared on the screen. “Why are you suddenly turning this into a video call?”

“Rayna, don’t move. Let me take a look at you.” Roxanne leaned closer to the phone screen as she spoke and sized up her sister. “I heard the weather at Tyrandas is scorching now, so the people there are easily down with fever.”

“I’ve been staying inside the hotel these few days, so I’m fine.”

“Rayna, move your camera around a little.”

Rayna was at a loss for words.

Yielding to Roxanne’s insistence, Rayna tilted her phone up and down. “What are you doing, Roxanne? You don’t even care about your mother, so why are you paying so much attention to me now?”

“I’ve always cared a lot about you and Mom, okay?” Roxanne muttered. She let out a sigh of relief after failing to notice any hickeys on Rayna.

Roxanne ended the video call after chatting with Rayna for a short while, prompting the latter to feel baffled.

She couldn’t shake off the feeling that Roxanne was acting slightly unusual.

At that moment, Jessica sent her a document through WhatsApp. The size of the file was quite large.

After Rayna downloaded and opened the document, she realized it was the map she had requested Jessica to draw.

she had imagined. All the buildings and road signs were labeled with their Anglandurn names, and even the alleys were identified. The design was comparable even to a

to assist her in drawing a map. Unexpectedly, the latter was more capable than she had anticipated. She’s indeed a specially-recruited

such

 I am an expert in natural sciences subjects. Drawing a map isn’t challenging for

I’ll treat you to a home-cooked meal when I’m

How are you spending your time with Mr. Faymon? Is there

to keep

 Don’t worry. I used my laptop to sketch the map. Besides, I deleted my files after sending you

Rayna was rendered speechless.

Jessica’s mind. She behaved like a charlatan previously, telling me about all his negative traits and how he’s a jinx to his wife.

living room. She saw Curtis, head lowered, sitting in front of his laptop, seemingly occupied

to tell you too.” He shifted the

map was displayed on

asked someone to help me draw a map.” Rayna glanced at the screen and saw that it was a map of the address. Unable

he realized the map on her phone was

brows in amusement. Even Gabriel, who has served me for so long, rarely shares

map for you? Is

member of Faymon Group.” Rayna relaxed after listening to his simple question, as he didn’t reprimand her.

existence as a relatively short woman who had assisted Rayna in the fight involving the mistresses. “She’s a talent. Faymon Group is blessed

chimed in, “Mr. Faymon, there’s no need to thank her. The more practical way to express your gratitude will be to give her a pay raise

“Okay.”

a copy of the map to his own. Then, the two

felt something was off. “Mr. Faymon, I don’t

you, this collaboration wouldn’t be a success. Besides, you’re intelligent, so I believe you’ll be able to provide me with constructive input,” he

Rayna felt her effort acknowledged and

Curtis hadn’t held back any information from her. He had even

his hand to point at her cheek. “Ms.

face but failed

her dazed expression and failure to remove the debris, he chuckled and

his cold finger grazed across her cheek, the caress caused her to feel a little itchy on her face and prompted her heart to palpitate. Why do I think that Uncle Curtis is such an expert in the art of