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.

in the foyer for quite some time,

a bit from Curtis when I became the acting CEO of Faymon Group. I only

number, saying, “Ms. Gardner, please head over to the information department and do a little snooping on Steven Hunt.

busy, she decided to go

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

the same club where she had helped Curtis negotiate for the

She had had an upset stomach and excused herself to go

another chance, she would not

manager of the club. In her friendliest voice, she asked, “I see that it’s inconvenient to drive since it’s raining. Has Mr. Hunt

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

strong smell of alcohol mingling with the scent of women’s perfume immediately filled Rayna’s nostrils. The room was decorated with luxurious gold trimmings, giving the space an added

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

brought her

on a man with a slick backcomb. His lips were curved in a smirk, and he seemed quite

ride here, Rayna had time to

the shares from the shareholders. If they were going to be put on sale again, they needed to

a real-estate magnate abroad, going as far as to rank sixth place at his primary base of operations. In more recent years, he had since expanded his influence

figure. As long as Rayna could convince him to purchase shares within Faymon Group, it would

her hair and sauntered over to

had been chatting with other people, raised his head to look at her. What met his gaze was a lanky, sharply dressed woman in a white suit who seemed to have a valiant and formidable aura.

up and asked, “And who are you

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

did not know that my father had such a… charming friend,” said Steven, whose gaze swept across

funny. Have you not paid any attention to the news? This woman isn’t a friend of your father, but the acting CEO of Faymon

familiar to Rayna, who looked over with an arched

the dark, Rayna realized that it was

Chester

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