Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 232 The Lifestyle Of The Rich

A glint flashed across Rayna’s eyes.

As an avid news reader, she knew about Sanders Group. She was also aware of how Jasmine had climbed the company’s corporate ladder and become one of the higher-ups. She must have some tricks up her sleeves.

Jasmine would do anything to achieve her goals. This included faking a marriage with Curtis.

“Being ambitious is not necessarily bad.” Rayna might not have spent much time with Carl, but she liked that child whose eyes sparkled like stars in the sky. “There might have been some bad blood between you and Mrs. Xavier, but please don’t drag a child into your revenge. It’s not worth it.”

Jasmine’s eyes darkened. She tilted her head and looked at Rayna.

Rayna could tell Jasmine was staring at her even though she did not turn around to look at her. After pressing her lips, she said, “When Carl lent me his mountain bike during an emergency, I immediately realized he bore an uncanny resemblance to someone I know.”

“You…” Jasmine started breathing heavily. She was surprised to learn that Carl and Rayna knew each other. This wouldn’t have happened if Carl had worn a mask properly when he stepped out of the house.

Rayna responded with a grin. “This secret is safe with us. Don’t worry. I didn’t tell anyone, including Mr. Xavier.”

Jasmine heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“I’m merely keeping my promise.” Before ending the topic, Rayna could not help but continue, “Carl would always tell me he missed his dad, and he looked forward to seeing his dad during Christmas. Though your marriage with Curtis is fake, he was upset when he read the news.”

“Yeah. He’s been ignoring me for the past couple of days.” Jasmine sounded exhausted. She massaged her forehead and said, “I must get my hands on the shares in Sanders Group. Mr. Faymon is my only hope.

“Mr. Faymon told me to meet him upstairs because he wanted to talk to me about the incident between you and Stephanie in the café. There was no way to stop the news from spreading since Stephanie played the sympathy card, not to mention there were witnesses outside the premises.

“Stephanie’s aunt owns a factory and happens to be one of Sanders Group’s suppliers. There were some problems with the factory, so I handed the document to Mr. Faymon and struck a deal with him. In return, he gave me some money. That’s all.”

Rayna was relieved upon hearing the explanation, but at the same time, she was also overwhelmed by mixed feelings. So this is what it’s all about, huh? But why did they have to bring the discussion upstairs? They could have just discussed it in the living room. They can’t blame me for being suspicious since they were sneaking around.

Jasmine quipped, “Mr. Faymon may appear to be heartless, but he’s done a lot for you, Ms. Garland.”

Ms. Sanders.” Rayna composed herself and tried to speak casually.

suppose Mr. Faymon must be very busy since he has to help so many employees in Faymon Group,”

rendered Rayna

her joke. When they reached Jasmine’s neighborhood, she said, “We’ve arrived, Ms.

and responded with

by the time Rayna arrived at her condominium.

something white and fluffy lying on top of

opened its eyes and meowed

chose the most expensive place to sit on.” Rayna

Curtis because rearing a pet would take up too much of her

It was a

her chin on her hands and could

their first conversation on WhatsApp began with him asking her to pay for the stained carpet. Now he had learned to care about her. Sometimes, he would even

replied: Yes. Five minutes

photo of the Ragdoll kitten lying on the diamond castle

The diamond castle is worth much more than the kitten. Does it not

back: Maybe it likes to

was bereft of words

After picking up her nightgown, she went

could finally sleep like

of the room, she noticed the usually spacious living room looked

for the intrusion,” one of the chefs

she was still dreaming. After closing the door, she patted her face to wake herself up. Besides feeling a tingling numbness on her

again and saw Wyatt

brought a group of chefs

know what else to say. So it’s not a dream. It’s

this what rich people do

to take care of their meals. You can’t hire a personal