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.

Yartran and went straight to the address

he stopped a resident nearby and

next to the unit. “Ah, yes. A Chanaean woman used to live there. She’d occasionally head out for a

indeed Jessica, Wyatt became even more panicked. He was deathly afraid that something untoward

the nearest police station to obtain

must’ve known about this a while ago! Why else would

but he also knew there was a chance the latter might mock him for being useless. Eventually, he

Chanaea, Jacob had just gotten home from work when Hazel asked him sarcastically if he had forgotten about

then that Jacob suddenly remembered how he had inadvertently rescued Jessica in Yartran and even worked

immediately bought

still remembered where he had arranged for

opened the door, her surprise was quickly replaced with a polite smile. “Ah, Mr. Valentine, have you come to see your wife?

daze. “Oh! Yes, yes! I’ve come

tongue and led Jacob into the

latter’s surprise, Jessica was nowhere to be seen. “Where

Mrs. Valentine told me to buy her some paints and drawing boards this afternoon. I think she’s painting in the study,” the housekeeper replied as she walked

the doctor I found

that

Valentine said she

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

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

woman sat in front of an easel,

in a brown knitted dress, she was a picture of obedience and

steps as he admired the scene before him. The evening sun had shone aslant through the windows, casting

was as pretty as a

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

noise, Jessica turned around and blinked. Alas, there was still no pupil

“Mr. Valentine?”

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