Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 81 A Job For Men

Unfortunately for Cillian, the spot he was standing allowed him to see Curtis poking his head out of the car window. At the sight of the latter’s stony expression and gaze, he shuddered. “Hi, Mr. Faymon!”

Curtis merely let out a grunt in acknowledgment. “Once you’re done talking, get into the car. It’s going to rain soon.”

Rayna looked at the sky and muttered under her breath, “The weather is splendid! Why would it rain?” Still, she stopped chatting with Cillian and put the box into the trunk.

Cillian then got into the car as well.

However, he scratched his head in bewilderment as he glanced at the jeep ahead. Why did Mr. Faymon talk in that tone? Is he in a bad mood?

As those eight jeeps drove past, they stirred up a thick cloud of dust from the ground. All of a sudden, the sunny weather disappeared, and the heavy rain poured.

Rayna was dumbstruck when she saw the rain droplets blurring the car’s windows. Uncle Curtis was right!

However, the rain did not last long as it stopped pouring at around half past five that evening. Despite that, the sky was still gloomy. By then, the jeeps had successfully gone past the mountain and arrived at another spot.

Upon getting out of the car, Rayna realized their surroundings were filled with shrubs taller than her. We’re surrounded by mountains. If it weren’t for the dirt road, I would’ve thought that we’d ended up in a primeval forest.

They seemed to have stopped on top of a slope. When she looked down along the dirt road, she could faintly see a village covered by plants. It seemed like the greenery had the buildings fully encircled.

“Cillian,” Curtis called out in a deep voice.

Like a monkey, Cillian rushed toward Curtis and asked, “How may I help you, Mr. Faymon?”

“Tell everyone to have a rest here and wait for the next instruction.” Curtis then looked up into the sky. The sky isn’t completely dark yet, so we still can’t make our move.

Before Cillian could say a word in response, Rayna piped up, “I’ll scout out the area first, Mr. Faymon. I know you want all of us to move in together after nightfall. However, you seem to have forgotten about something.”

filled with murderous intent, making them look nothing like commoners. Hence, they’ll

and questioned, “What do you

he naturally would want to get the negotiation done as soon as

bring along from the jeep’s trunk. It was filled

mixed a huge amount of liquid foundation with some dye before applying the mixture to her body. Soon, her porcelain white skin

doing? Your fair

shot him a sidelong glance, shutting him up

her own makeup skills. “If I were to discuss with them now, everything’s going to be all

like a villager. Her eyes were

isn’t as pretty as Kristie, I always found her attractive. It turns out

immediately. “Let me keep you company, then. Not only

set of male clothing.

asked, “Do you have a

Curtis was rendered speechless.

seconds, he took the clothes from Cillian and uttered flatly, “Stay here and take care of the rest. I’ll accompany Ms. Garland. The smell of blood on your

his shirt and felt a little aggrieved.

to go alone, so she was befuddled when Cillian and Curtis wanted to tag along. “Mr. Faymon, I’ll go alone.

was troublesome, I wouldn’t have

into it, he had to take off his shirt. Rayna watched as he undid the buttons of his shirt

suddenly stopped and rested his fingers on the fourth button to glance

collarbone, thinking that she could

looked like it belonged to

his skin tan. Afterward, she took out the contour palette, but he was too tall that she could not reach his

and his expression turned grim. “Must

I don’t, the villagers will notice it. Perhaps you can do it yourself.” With that, she gave him the contour palette and told