Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 143 Why Help Him

Rayna noticed Steven making a call. Shortly after that, the doors opened to reveal two waiters. They pushed in a cart of beer before loading the bottles onto the table.

After calculating the number of bottles as they were being placed, Rayna noted that there were twenty-four bottles.

Steven leaned back and pointed nonchalantly at the bottles, saying, “Ms. Garland, let me offer you a compromise. If you can finish all the beer on this table, I’ll set up a meeting with my father.”

“Mr. Hunt, you must be joking,” replied Rayna, her expression showing the slightest hint of emotion before she gave him another mild smile. “There are twenty-four bottles here. I doubt even a grown man can drink so many. Besides, I’m not a heavy drinker.”

Jason merely smiled and said, “Come now. A grown man might not be as capable as you are, Ms. Garland. You’re the acting CEO of Faymon Group! I think that a mere twenty-four bottles are nothing to you.”

“That’s right! Beer doesn’t even have high alcohol content. We’re not asking you to drink wine!” retorted Steven, clearly unhappy. “Here I am, giving you a chance. If you’re not going to take it, then please leave. Your presence is only disrupting the festivities.”

Rayna chose not to respond. Instead, she turned around to leave.

Beer may not have a high alcohol content, but drinking twenty-four bottles of beer is really no small matter.

Just as Rayna was about to leave, she heard Jason calling out to her in a singsong voice, “Rayna, don’t waste your time. Faymon Group’s failures are Curtis’ fault. The company is beyond saving at this point.”

His tone seemed to carry hints of pleasure as if he had personally set foot in Faymon Group to witness Curtis being crushed beneath his feet.

Rayna could feel anger burn hot in her chest. This had become unbearable.

Just look at these parasitic sc*mbags!

If it had not been for Curtis’ intervention, what was left of Faymon Group would have been split between Jack and his ilk. What irked Rayna was that Jason, too, was a Faymon. It was one thing to not lend a hand, but the internal bickering was unpleasant to witness.

stopped and turned around to pin an icy glare on Steven. “Mr. Hunt, you mean to say that you’ll

by her sudden change in

he could say anything further, Rayna had picked up a

took her approximately eight seconds to down that first beer before moving

did not think that Rayna would return to start chugging down beer. The smirk he had

Chester and Sienna to be near equal before selling some of the stock to these companies. With the profits as working capital, Jason would then utilize the media and public relations stunts to

all their machinations, their plans did

department should be like. While we were setting our plans in motion, she was pulling funds from Faymon

downed the tenth bottle. Given that her demeanor had not changed in the slightest, many others had

bottles than there

from annoyance to shock. He had taken Jason’s advice of making things difficult for her,

just stop if you can’t drink anymore,” said Steven. He could not bear to watch this any longer. “You’re going

did not respond. Instead, she picked up another bottle

However, she did not wish to

a faint red. Her eyes also appeared misty. The last bit of

The breathing of all

an

shook her head and turned the bottle upside down to indicate that it was

you insane?” Steven was stroking his chin in awe. He had never seen a woman drink beer with so much determination. “I’ll definitely help you make an appointment with

he could not be trusted. At the end of the

touch the doorknob, she was pinned

Faymon Group,” said Jason with a smile as he held her hands in a vice grip. “What has that man done for you? Why are you so willing to help

was pinned against the wall so helplessly did nothing to help her in this state. With a smirk, she glared icily at him and said, “Mr. Faymon is your Uncle Alfred’s son and is older than you are. Even if you won’t address him formally, you should at least acknowledge his