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?

came a few days after you went to Tyrandas,” Jessica revealed as she stuffed a boneless chicken wing into her mouth. Her cheeks were puffed up as she mumbled, “Edith is doing all she can to butter up to

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

Your supervisor wanted to recommend you to take over his position before going to the Norham branch. Alas, something

You’ve been at Tyrandas together for a long time. Didn’t anything happen? Will

Rayna replied in exasperation, cutting Jessica’s daydream short. “Stop imagining things. Nothing is going on between Mr. Faymon and me, so I don’t need him to back me

is completed, and I don’t owe Uncle Curtis

munched on her food, looking disappointed. “You used to be relatives. Why is Mr. Faymon

had no answer to

also in a mess. If a few

woman’s mouth to stop her from talking. “That isn’t our business as long as we get paid on

chose to shut up so she

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

Is Julian calling again?

answered the call.

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

“Sure.”

Didn’t Naomi send me back a few hours ago? Why

the end of the stairs, looking as professional as usual. She was flanked by two men. There was also a

Garland, sorry to disturb you this late.” Naomi gave her a bow and stepped aside to reveal the huge box. “Mr. Faymon asked

“What is it?”

heavy. The deliverymen

anything to do with Curtis anymore.

lips twitching, she showed

the box over one meter tall was placed in her condominium. Naomi left with the deliverymen while Jessica walked around the box with her bowl

“Nana, what