His Precious Love

Chapter 92 Diamond Castle Not For Sale

“What?” Jessica’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You have a younger brother? How old is he?”

“He’s a few years younger than me and is still a student. I think he’s quite cute,” came Rayna’s answer. “It’s about time he finds a girlfriend. You can chat with him on WhatsApp.”

James previously told her that his schoolmates were mostly boys. There weren’t many girls around. Thus, Rayna was afraid he’d be led astray.

They will be dating, not getting married. It’s a good thing for them to get to know each other more.

“Oh, your younger brother must be similar to you!” Jessica gave Rayna a teasing push as a bright smile flitted across her lips. She was a sucker for attractive people and could accept the fact that he was two years younger than her.

During the meal, Jessica had already gotten James’ WhatsApp number from Rayna. She kept stealing glances at her phone anxiously, grumbling that James hadn’t replied to her.

Rayna grinned. “He’s at a boarding school with strict discipline and doesn’t get to look at his phone every day. Don’t worry. I’ll let him know when he visits during the weekend.”

Jessica placed her phone down reluctantly.

A while later, she couldn’t help but start chattering again. This time, it was about work. She told Rayna that the new planning department manager was Brooklyn Faymon.

“Wow, I only learned through gossip that Brooklyn Faymon is Mr. Saunders’ goddaughter. He was the one who transferred her back from the Horington branch. Edith from your department belongs to Mr. Saunders’ faction, too, right? I can’t believe a vice CEO can be this powerful. He might be able to monopolize the entire Faymon Group!”

“Brooklyn is in Faymon Group?” Rayna narrowed her eyes.

Brooklyn was the second daughter of Alfred’s eldest brother and Julian’s first cousin once removed. She knew that much. A few years ago, Rayna went to the Faymon residence with Julian during the new year and met her once. She remembered Brooklyn as an ostentatious woman.

However, when Alfred was still in power in the Faymon Group, he left orders that there shouldn’t be too many Faymons in the upper management except for the board of directors. Thus, the Faymons were sent to the branches in different states.

Why does Mr. Saunders have the guts to transfer Brooklyn back to Faymon Group? What is he doing? Is he trying to sound Curtis out?

wing into her mouth. Her cheeks were puffed up as she mumbled, “Edith is doing all she can to butter up to Brooklyn. She ordered high-end takeaway food to the planning department every day and did everything Brooklyn told her to do like a

Brooklyn. Brooklyn is a Faymon, after all.” Rayna chuckled lightly. “Besides, she’s just an

a backer. That’s all. Your supervisor wanted to recommend you to take over his position before going to the Norham branch. Alas, something happened to him before he could say anything, so Edith took advantage of the

been

trip,” Rayna replied in exasperation, cutting Jessica’s daydream short. “Stop imagining things. Nothing

collaboration is completed, and I don’t

her food, looking disappointed. “You used to be

no answer to her

is also in a mess. If a few other people

stand it anymore and stuffed a chicken wing into the woman’s mouth to stop her from talking. “That isn’t our business as long as we get

shut up so she wouldn’t have

coffee table rang. She went to the living room to get her phone and discovered it was

Is Julian calling again?

answered the call. “Who is

Faymon’s secretary,” a voice belonging to a female greeted her politely. “I’m at the entrance of your condominium. Can you

“Sure.”

downstairs, Rayna wondered, Didn’t Naomi send me back a few hours ago? Why is she here

Naomi waiting at the end of the stairs, looking as professional as usual. She was flanked by two men. There

stepped aside

“What is it?”

pretty heavy. The deliverymen

to have anything to do with Curtis anymore. Nevertheless, Naomi looked like she wouldn’t

she showed them the way

box over one meter tall was placed in her condominium. Naomi

asked, “Nana, what