Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 533

“I did all this for your benefit, Sir,” Stella said as she held Arnaud’s gaze. “Besides, didn’t you approach me because you knew I was clever?”

Before Stella could say any more, Arnaud interrupted, “I’ve told my father about Jefferson and Rayna getting married. I think he’d be making a trip down to Norwal City. After all, their wedding was ruined by Curtis.”

Stunned, Stella stared silently at the man’s handsome, defined face.

Not only was he calm and collected, but he also had a smile tugging at his lips. The more Stella looked into Arnaud’s gentle blue eyes, the more she felt chills running down her back.

All of a sudden, she burst into laughter. “Sir, you say I’m ruthless, but you’re way worse.”

After downing her brandy, Stella set her glass down and stood from the couch.

“Once the plans between Ocean International and Faymon Group are leaked, there’s no doubt the latter will be in disarray. I hope you’ll take secret action when that time comes, Sir,” she added as she approached Arnaud and stuck her hand out. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do. As for me, my target is Faymon Group.”

Arnaud gazed at the woman’s svelte hand and grinned. “You have a big appetite, Ms. Zink.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re the first woman I’ve met to be so ambitious and goal-oriented,” he replied as he shook her hand to solidify their deal. “I have no complaints about that.”

Stella nodded with a smile. “Well, it’s getting late. I should head back to the hotel. I hope to taste your wines again, Sir.”

With that, Arnaud ordered his subordinate to send Stella back.

Now that he was alone in the private room, Arnaud slowly poured himself another brandy and thought back to his conversation with Stella.

Before long, a smile crept across his face. “Ha. It’s easy to carve one’s empire, but it’s difficult to guard it.”

I may not have confronted Curtis head-on before, but I know how formidable he is. He got rid of his uncle and aunt without much fuss and gained complete control of the Faymon Group. Even I must admit that’s impressive. Therefore, why would he give away Faymon Group just because their plans were leaked? Stella Zink is, without a doubt, devious and clever. However, she lacks experience in the business world and naively believes that everything will go her way. Ah… Forget it. After all, she has proven herself useful by doing what I told her to, thus allowing me to take over the Terblanc family.

Wyatt had arrived in Yartran and went straight to the address provided by Rayna. To his dismay, the place was

resident

the resident lived right next to the unit. “Ah, yes. A Chanaean woman used to live there. She’d occasionally head

it was indeed Jessica, Wyatt became even

Yartran and ordered them to look around for Jessica. Then, he rushed to the nearest police station to obtain the surveillance footage. Alas, by the time he managed to pull strings to access the surveillance cameras, he realized they were

Rayna must’ve known about this a while ago! Why else would she give me this address to

but he also knew there was a chance the latter might mock him for being useless. Eventually, he gave up on that thought and

gotten home from work when Hazel asked him sarcastically if he

had inadvertently rescued Jessica in Yartran and even worked with her to fool

immediately bought a flight

he still remembered where he had

with a polite smile. “Ah, Mr. Valentine, have you come to see your wife? Mrs.

housekeeper’s perplexed look snapped him out of his daze. “Oh! Yes, yes! I’ve come

housekeeper merely held her tongue and

nowhere to be seen.

I think she’s painting in the study,” the housekeeper replied as she walked to the

doctor I found has dropped by and treated her

busy and that he could

Mrs. Valentine said

if she can’t even see?” Jacob muttered under his breath as he made

end of the hallway, and by the time Jacob got there, he saw that

beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a young woman sat in front of an easel, occasionally dabbing her paintbrush on the drawing

she was a

he admired the scene before him. The evening sun had shone aslant through the windows, casting a warm glow over Jessica

for sure—she was as pretty

in such a daze that he hit his face against the door frame and yelped in

Alas, there

“Mr. Valentine?”

out a dry laugh. “I was texting someone and accidentally hit my