Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 145 Uncle Curtis Has Curly Eyelashes

Everyone in the room exchanged glances. None had any intention of drinking. “If you’re feeling too tired to drink by yourselves, I can always have men help with that,” said Curtis.

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen servers filed into the room and stood behind Curtis in a straight line.

Steven knew that none of them would be allowed to leave the room tonight unless they finished all the alcohol. D*mn you, Jason. ”Come on, bottoms up. You guys don’t intend on spending the night here, do you?” he said in a low voice.

With Steven taking the lead, the rest picked up the bottles and started drinking, with everyone trying to fight for the red wine first. The room became lively again, just as when Rayna first entered.

Jason had no choice but to drink as well.

On the other hand, Rayna had been hanging around Curtis since his arrival. She hadn’t spoken a word until now and was watching coldly as the crowd drank.

She had no reason to stand up for these people when she had Curtis to back her up.

“What happened?”

“What?” Rayna was snapped out of her reverie.

Is there something on my face? She reached out to touch her cheeks when she saw Curtis staring. Blood was trickling down her face as Jason’s slap had reopened her wound.

“Jason slapped me just now—Ugh!” Rayna stopped mid-sentence as her stomach roiled. She quickly covered her mouth and stumbled her way to the restroom.

She started throwing up the moment she reached the toilet bowl and instantly felt better after she was done.

Curtis wheeled himself over and handed her a piece of tissue. “Upset stomach?”

when she herself couldn’t stand the stink of vomit. She said awkwardly, “You

Curtis reached out to flush the toilet so she wouldn’t have to get up. “I’ll help you

Rayna blushed.

there really a need for that? Oh, this

onto a cotton pad before she could even reject his advances. She stood around awkwardly as

apply makeup when your face is

away to avoid coming into contact with Curtis. “Mr. York gave me some patches. He

darkened. “You didn’t manage to meet up

might be late. He said he would wait for me. However, when I arrived at the hotel on a borrowed mountain bike, the server told me he had already left. And I wasn’t even late! It was so frustrating. I was left with no choice but

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lips. “It’s my job anyways. Moreover, Mr. Owen is a big shot. I thought reaching out to other VIPs would be easier if he

Curtis paused a moment.

Faymon, did I say anything wrong?” Rayna looked at him

a new cotton pad with water and gently cleansed her face after removing her makeup. “Just look for

the people you

in Faymon Group’s shares if they didn’t have insider information? Rayna, there are plenty of smart businessmen in this world, and they have their ways of earning a living. Don’t bother with people who refuse to meet up with you. There will be more out

working hard to get the shares,” Rayna said

chuckled. “What does that matter? I’ll pay you out of my own

that it has borne fruit? The company belonged to Old Mr. Faymon, and you inherited the company from him, so you’re the

listened

cute at times

her ear and stared at him. “I won’t help you out anymore

He ran his tongue over her lower lip, teasing her mouth open

she got a close look at his

Such curly lashes.