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.”

Rayna composed herself and tried to speak casually. “Perhaps Mr. Faymon was willing to help me because I used to

very busy since

rendered Rayna

joke. When they reached Jasmine’s neighborhood, she said, “We’ve arrived, Ms. Sanders. I hope you can

with a faint smile. “Take

her condominium. Many things

room, she glanced around and noticed something white and fluffy lying on top of the diamond castle. She took a closer look

its

all the places, you chose the most expensive place to sit on.” Rayna went up and stroked its

Curtis because rearing a pet would take up too much

her phone vibrated. It was a WhatsApp message

rested her chin on her hands and could not

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

Yes. Five minutes

a photo of the Ragdoll kitten lying on the diamond castle

is worth much more

texted back: Maybe it

was bereft of words upon

look put a smile on Rayna’s face. After picking

sleep like a baby and have a

living room looked congested. The aroma of food wafted through the air as about five well-dressed chefs were

the intrusion,” one

closing the door, she patted her face to wake herself up. Besides

and saw Wyatt standing outside

“Good morning, Darling! I brought a group of chefs from a five-star hotel over to prepare breakfast for you

it’s not a dream. It’s happening right outside my living

people do

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