Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 144 Drink

Rayna quietly reached toward the mahogany table and asked, “And if I say no?”

“Do you have the right to say no?” Again, Jason squeezed her neck hard and smirked coldly at her. “Do you think I’m dumb enough to believe that you became the acting CEO through ethical means?”

He then let out a harsh bark of laughter and added, “You can stop joking now. Even a graduate from a top university can only manage to become an executive. You’re just a translator who has no business making executive decisions! How the hell did you end up becoming the acting CEO?”

Jason’s eyes darkened as he let out a mocking laugh. “Curtis is a cr*pple now, so what’s the fun in staying with him? Is he even functional down there? Oh, wait. I remember now. You were married to Julian before. Not bad, Rayna. You always seem to go after the men of the Faymon family. Now tell me, who was more capable between the two of them? Julian or Curtis?”

Without saying a word, Rayna reached for the closest beer bottle and sent it crashing down onto Jason’s head.

The bottle broke, and the glass shards could be heard falling to the ground.

Jason staggered backward from the impact, feeling warm blood trickling out from the injury on his head.

Everyone stood there and watched, frozen in their spots. Nobody, including Steven, dared to move. It was not until an unknown woman screamed that Steven came back to his senses.

Steven saw that Jason was behaving like a madman, with both his hands squeezing Rayna’s neck tightly. Immediately, Steven went over and pulled Jason back. “D*mn it, Jason, have you really lost your mind? Let go! If she dies, it’ll be the end of us too!”

“Piss off!” Jason gave Steven a violent shove and yelled, “A harlot who climbs into men’s beds for profit dares use a bottle to hit me? How capable of her!”

Jason then raised a hand and slapped Rayna on the face, hard.

The slap had landed on the injured side of Rayna’s face. She felt a numbness before noticing that her wound had reopened. It hurt so much that she furrowed her brows.

“Who the hell are you calling a harlot?” hissed Rayna, aiming the broken bottle at Jason’s belly and pushing it inward threateningly. “Say it again. I dare you.”

Steven, who initially wanted to hold Jason back again, felt a chill rush down his spine.

D*mn it! I should have just sent Rayna away earlier instead of listening to Jason’s stupid idea of toying with her! Now look at this mess!

Jason glanced at the broken bottle near his abdomen and scoffed. “You want to stab me, then? Go ahead! Stab me! I want to see if you have the guts!”

he aimed a slap at Rayna’s

the glass into Jason’s

waiting for did not reach her face. Instead, Jason let out a grunt as redness bloomed

to test the limits of my

had opened, but Curtis was there in his wheelchair, staring coolly at Jason. A strong,

that voice, and his heart

it was still sharp enough to puncture Jason’s belly.

from before. Instead, he got up

Faymon to you,”

Jason abruptly paled.

is supposed to be recuperating at the mansion. Why is he suddenly

soon landed on Rayna. When he saw

you walk? Do you

to get off the couch. Given

to help, but Rayna held up a hand to stop him.

Steven smiled meekly.

Curtis is going to come for our

gave her blouse a cursory glance before offering her the blanket he had on

over herself. She had been so focused on drinking earlier that she never paid attention to the state of her clothing. “Mr.

be bored at the mansion, so he asked me to come over for a bit of fun,” replied Curtis. “I then heard that you were here too, so I came to see if you needed

then turned to look at Steven. “Aren’t you Mr. Hunt’s son? How do you

With a strangled

“Is that so?”

Curtis. “That’s right. I wanted to wish his friend a happy birthday and enlist Mr. Steven’s help in getting an appointment to meet his father because he is so busy. However, Mr. Steven was generous

feel

She’s pretty but is not someone to be trifled with. She

right at Jason.

I was just messing around with Ms. Garland. I never thought she was going to drink