Dear Sweetheart novel

Thankfully, Jasper’s phone was not turned off, and he had just arrived at his company.

Therefore, Rayna drove straight to Snyder Group.

As soon as she met Jasper, she said, “Mr. Snyder, the private plane my friend was in disappeared because of a

problem with the route. Can you please use your resources to locate it?”

“Ms. Garland, I can lend you money, but I really can’t help you with this. You’ll need to contact the air traffic.” Jasper

sighed helplessly.

Hearing that, Rayna lowered her gaze, looking at a loss. “I don’t know anyone there.”

Kristie, on the other hand, knew someone there, but that person did not have much authority and would not be

able to find anything.

“Do you know anyone there?” asked Rayna, clutching her hands so tightly that her knuckles almost turned white.

“I’ll be eternally grateful to that person if he can locate my friend.”

Jasper scratched his chin and pondered for some time. Finally, he raised his brow and said, “Well, I do know

someone.”

“Who?”

“You know him, too. I’m sure anything can be found with his help.”

The subtle smile on Rayna’s face froze because she knew who Jasper was referring to. Right then, a bitter smile

formed on her lips. “He should still be abroad. His phone had been turned off the entire time back then.”

“According to a reliable source, Mr. Faymon is returning today. Why don’t you try calling him?” asked Jasper with a

smile.

Rayna merely pursed her lips and said nothing.

Curtis was very clear with his rejection last time. Why should I look for him only to get myself disappointed again? I

came here looking for Jasper because I had no other alternative.

Reading her mind, Jasper advised, “You two have broken up but I am sure you can still be friends. If you don’t want

to get Mr. Faymon’s help, why don’t you ask Wyatt? These two are the only ones in Norwal City who can help you

now.”

Rayna scoffed, “Wyatt? I’d be worried about him killing my friend rather than failing to locate the plane. I’d rather

use everything I have than get his help.”

Jasper figured there must be a bigger story he did not know about when he saw how great Rayna’s hatred was for

Wyatt.

“Do you mind telling me what happened?”

“Since you can’t help me, I shall take my leave now.” Rayna hurriedly got up and scurried out of the room.

Seeing that, Jasper pulled out his phone and sent a text.

Truth was, getting the Air Traffic Bureau to investigate the matter was a piece of cake.

However, the thought of Rayna’s relationship with Curtis and how anxious she looked gave Jasper the idea that the

matter was not as simple as he thought. Hence, he felt that he should not get involved.

After leaving Snyder Group, Rayna scrolled through her contact list again, only to find there was no one else who

could help her except for the two men Jasper mentioned.

Right then, Kristie called and asked Rayna anxiously about her whereabouts. Only when she found out the latter

was at the office did she feel relieved. “I’ve gone back with Carl. Should I pick you up later tonight? By the way,

please be careful if that mister picks you up later. He’s a pervert. I can’t believe he dares to simply touch me when

he’s already so old.”

“Which mister?”

Kristie sounded utterly displeased. “That man who sent you to the hospital when you fainted at the airport last

night. He says Curt sent him to protect me. Ugh. Curt is unbelievable. He should’ve gotten someone younger

instead—”

However, Rayna had no time to hear her complaints. She only said with exhaustion, “You don’t have to pick me up

tonight. I can drive home.”

With that, Kristie hung up, for she knew Rayna was busy.

Having no one else to call, Rayna gritted her teeth and called Gabriel.

The call connected almost instantly, and Gabriel said, “Hello, Ms. Garland. What’s the matter?”

Pursing her lips, Rayna asked, “Is Mr. Faymon back?”

“He’s back, but…” Gabriel paused momentarily before continuing softly, “Mr. Faymon might not want to see you.”

Rayna smiled ruefully in response.

He’s the one who wronged me and not picking up my calls. Why does it sound like I’m in the wrong instead?

“Even if it’s a business matter?”

Gabriel sighed. “I’m sorry, Ms. Garland. I really can’t help you with this.”

“All right.” Rayna did not want to put Gabriel in a tight spot, so she hung up after exchanging a few more words with

him.

Instead, she went straight to Curtis’ residence.

Since he’s returned to the country, he has to sleep somewhere. I’ll definitely see him when he returns home.

Upon arriving at the residence, Rayna waited in the car, occasionally replying to Ella’s texts when they appeared on

her phone.

The wait lasted until nighttime.

Rayna could feel the humidity in the air when she rolled down the windows.

It’s probably going to rain soon.

Having sat in the car for too long, Rayna felt her neck aching.

Just as she was getting out to exercise her muscles, she spotted Curtis’ car that just arrived and parked in front of

the mansion’s entrance.

With that, she mustered her courage and marched over.

Meanwhile, Curtis, who had just gotten out of the car, spotted Rayna walking over the moment he straightened

himself.

Her suit was slightly wrinkled, and there was a slight bump on her belly, which could not be seen unless observed

closely.

On top of that, her hair was casually tied up, revealing her pale face and eyes that had dimmed.

Curtis’ pupils shrank when he saw how haggard she looked, but his cold expression returned instantly.

“Are you looking for me, Ms. Garland?”

“Something happened to Jefferson’s private plane,” said Rayna in a low voice, her tone laced with pleading. “Can

you get your men to look for it?”

Curtis felt as if the blood in his body stopped flowing.

He cast Rayna an icy glare and mocked, “Don’t you think you’re thinking a little too highly of yourself? How could

you shamelessly come looking for me and ask me to look for your child’s father?”

Ignoring his insults, Rayna hung her head, imploring, “I’m begging you, Mr. Faymon. I’ll give you anything you want

as long as you’re willing to help—”

“What do you have? Hm?” Curtis leaned over and gripped her chin with his cold fingers.

At the same time, his eyes glinted with hostility.

He scoffed, “Did you think you got everything you have now with your own efforts?”

Rayna said nothing in response.

Meanwhile, Curtis glared at her with a fiery gaze while tightly gripping her dainty chin. “Without me, you would’ve

been taken advantage of by people in this industry countless times. I never imagined the person I taught would

actually betray me.”

Rayna’s chin hurt from his grip, and the corners of her lips ached.

She uttered with difficulty, “You can insult me however you want. All I ask is for you to help me with this. After all,

he’s your—”

“He has nothing to do with me!” Curtis interrupted, his tone almost heartless. “I can’t help you with this, Ms.

Garland. I’m busy. Look for someone else.”

With that, he released her and headed upstairs, leaving Rayna shouting at the back, “Curtis, just this once, please?”

Alas, Curtis did not seem to hear her and had arrived at the entrance.

“I’m not leaving if you’re not helping,” Rayna hissed, standing there stubbornly.

Curtis was swiping the keycard at the door when he heard that. Turning around, he shot her a cold glare and

snapped, “Do whatever you want!”

The thought of Jefferson, whose situation was unknown, made her knees go weak, and she knelt on the ground. Her

voice sounded more hoarse as she pleaded, “I’m begging you, Curtis. Please help me this once.”

Curtis’ expression darkened when he saw her kneeling for another man.

Hence, he stepped into the house and shut the door with no hesitation.

Seeing that, Rayna hung her head low, and her tears fell onto the ground, wetting the ground. “I never wanted to

be indebted to him. Why aren’t you willing to help me?”

She could repay Curtis with the babies, but she also owed Jefferson. She had no idea how she was going to repay

them.

Soon, the driver drove off, leaving Rayna stubbornly kneeling before Curtis’ door and looking like a forlorn figure.