Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 585

Curtis asked, “Have you found out who he met in secret?”

Wyatt shook his head. “He’s really cunning. All this while, he hid in places without surveillance cameras, preventing us from discovering anything. I can’t believe how cruel he is to be capable of killing his own father.”

“I heard Boniel favors Jefferson and discriminates against Arnaud.” Jeremy elaborated, “Even though Boniel signed a bet with the brothers, he was secretly helping Jefferson out. Arnaud probably found out and killed him for it.”

Wyatt stroked his chin. “Arnaud’s maternal family is very powerful. Even if Boniel left a will, they would definitely be able to secure the Terblanc family for him.”

“The person Arnaud planted in Norwal City is really sharp too. He was able to analyze the situation accurately.” With a grim look in his eyes, Curtis tapped his fingers on his pants. “Obviously, I’m not going to let him take over the Terblanc family.”

“What do you plan to do?” Wyatt leaned languidly against the wall.

Lowering his head in thought, Curtis replied, “I don’t see a role for you now. Instead, I’ll get someone to spread the news of Boniel’s death. If he does have a will, it will be disclosed when the time comes.”

Holding his chin with his hand, Wyatt let out a chuckle. “By spreading the news of Boniel’s death, your real objective is to see whether Jefferson attends the funeral. Isn’t that the case, Curtis?”

“You’re getting more annoying by the day.” Curtis threw him an icy glance.

Jeremy, who was on a call with his back facing them, finally turned around and exclaimed, “Curtis, I’m told that Theodore is awake!”

“F*ck, really?” Wyatt stood at attention. “Are you going over to see him? I’ll come with you.”

“I’d rather you not. There’s nothing you can help with anyway.” Jeremy patted him on the shoulders. “You had better keep an eye on your company instead.”

Curtis added, “I’ll get Gabriel to assign Shadow to you. Give me a call if you need anything.”

“Sure!”

As Jeremy still had work to do in the hospital, Curtis and Wyatt left first, leaving Gabriel to pick the former up later.

After stepping out of the hospital, Curtis received a call from Emma. “Curtis, are you free? I would like to speak to you about something.”

you do it

It won’t take you more

“Send me the address.”

Curtis took his leave from

been communicated through WhatsApp. Coming to the

back after barely spending half an hour

few days at the office, Wyatt didn’t feel like returning. Hence,

amidst the intensifying humidity in the air. The sky looked as if it was about

vendors go about their busy lives. Some were putting up umbrellas, while others began to pack

a sudden, a painting vendor

In the center was an oil painting

on the brakes with no regard for the traffic. Frantically unbuckling his seat belt,

looking to buy a painting?” The painter was in the midst of packing up when he noticed Wyatt’s presence. Thus, he approached the latter and asked, “You seem to be unable to take your eyes off the sunflower

for a long time. Eventually, he asked the vendor, “Where did you

“Huh?”

lost control of his

stuttered, “I-I painted it myself. If

cold water on him,

stall, the painter elaborated, “Oil paintings, watercolors… I can

the painting, he realized

What am I doing?

he stabbed his burning cigarette into the painting and

the turn of events. “Hey, hey, mister! If you’re not buying

had and stuffed them into the painter’s hands. Only

as he stared at the wad

through his hair and wondered what had gotten into him. A few seconds later, he smashed his fist against the steering wheel as

so anxious? She almost killed me, and

the seat to catch his