Dear Sweetheart

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 142

Chapter 142 A Chance

Rayna rode the mountain bike at breakneck speed, arriving at the hotel with five minutes to spare.

She strode briskly toward the entrance while trying to make herself look presentable, but a receptionist informed her that Owen and his entourage had already left.

“Darn it!” hissed Rayna as she dumped her bag on the front desk.

I borrowed some kid’s bike to hurry my ass over here, but they left already?

Are they toying with me?

After taking a few breaths, Rayna decided to give Owen a call.

“Ms. Garland.”

“Are you busy, Mr. Hunt?” The person on the line was not Owen himself. Rayna frowned but suppressed her temper and said, “I arrived at the hotel on time, but the receptionist said that Mr. Hunt has left the premises.”

“That’s right, Mr. Hunt had to hurry off because something came up. However, he did ask us to apologize to you when you called, Ms. Garland. Mr. Hunt said he would treat you to a meal when he has the time.”

Rayna was fuming as she heard this, but she could only contain her anger. “That’s fine. Since Mr. Hunt is busy, I guess I’ll have to reschedule this appointment.”

“Goodbye, Ms. Garland.”

“Goodbye.”

Rayna’s face was frosty after she hung up. She gritted her teeth and muttered to herself, “Jessie is right. My brain is the problem here. It’s not like I sold my soul to Faymon Group! So why the hell am I doing this?”

She swore, thinking of just calling Curtis and calling it quits.

quite some time, looking like a

bit from Curtis when I became the acting CEO of Faymon Group. I only worry that if I go elsewhere, I won’t have much of

“Ms. Gardner, please head over

decided to go after

friend’s birthday party, and a few people were invited to the celebration at a high-end club. She made her way to

was the same club where she had helped Curtis

went back to the incident. She had had an upset stomach and excused herself to go to the bathroom but had been cornered by

her another chance, she

the club. In her friendliest voice, she asked, “I see that

currently in the private room!” The manager assumed that Rayna was a friend of Steven’s. With a smile and a bow, the

lounge was opened, the strong smell of alcohol mingling with the scent of women’s perfume immediately filled Rayna’s nostrils. The room was decorated with

twenty or so guests occupied the room; there was singing, dancing, games of

as the manager brought her there, he

lighting in the room was dim, which made visibility low. However, Rayna’s sharp eyes soon landed on a man with a slick backcomb. His lips were curved

had time to analyze

this, Faymon Group had used what was left of its funds to repurchase all the shares from the shareholders. If they were going to be put on sale

place at his primary base of operations. In more recent years, he had since expanded his influence

a well-known local figure. As long as Rayna could convince him to purchase shares within Faymon Group, it would make her task of

sauntered over to Steven. “Hello,

was a lanky, sharply dressed woman in a white suit who

and asked, “And who

of Owen’s,” replied Rayna with a small smile. She then placed a gift on the mahogany table. “I happened to be running errands in the area. I heard that a friend of yours is celebrating

had such a… charming friend,” said Steven, whose gaze swept across

burst out laughing. “That’s funny. Have you not paid any attention to the news? This woman isn’t a friend of your father, but

voice sounded quite familiar to Rayna, who looked over with an arched

could make out in the dark, Rayna realized that it was Jason Faymon,

Chester Faymon’s

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