Dear Sweetheart novel

Not only do the babies need a complete home, but I also need her, my wife.

Curtis sat at the side of the bed for a long time before leaving reluctantly when the phone in his pocket vibrated.

When he came out from the condominium, he saw a car parked at the bottom of the steps.

Gabriel was standing by the car and appeared to have waited for a while.

The assistant greeted Curtis as soon as he saw the latter coming down the stairs and hastily opened the rear door.

Once in the driver’s seat, he could not help but comment, “That was…. remarkably brave of you this morning, Mr.

Faymon! You spent a considerable amount of time at Ms. Garland’s, I mean, Mrs. Faymon’s home. Have you two

reconciled?”

Curtis massaged his temples and snapped icily, “Why do you all have the same query? Have you got nothing else

better to do?”

Only if we actually got back together would it be great.

Gabriel described to Curtis what he saw that morning while driving, “Mr. Faymon, you have no idea that the topic of

you crashing a wedding has been trending on Twitter. Everyone is posting about it. Even the server has gone down.”

The latter kept silent.

“My goodness! Did you know, Mr. Faymon? Besides assembling three teams of people to deal with the news, I also

sent two groups of people to the hospital to stop it. We finally succeeded in suppressing everything at noon. All of us

were on the verge of collapsing!”

Curtis, who had excellent vision, grimaced in disgust when he saw his assistant chatting excitedly, saliva flying

everywhere, some of it even falling on the steering wheel. “Send the car to the car dealership for a wash

tomorrow,” he instructed.

“I just sent it for washing two weeks ago. It’s still not dirty!” the assistant argued.

He was met with an expressionless look from Curtis. “Just do as I say. Are you so fond of arguing?”

“Yes, of course! I’ll send it for washing tomorrow!” Gabriel was unsure of the cause of his boss’ irritation, but he

knew that all would be well if he stopped arguing. “So, did you already know that Mrs. Faymon was pregnant when

you took her to the hospital, Mr. Faymon?”

In truth, he did not wish to ask, but his curiosity overcame him.

Curtis casually sat with his legs crossed and questioned, “Why? Did you already know about it?”

“Y-You could say that,” Gabriel stammered. “At that time, Mrs. Faymon said that the children are—”

“Mine.”

Gabriel let out a gasp. “Really? Doesn’t that mean that Mrs. Faymon lied to me?”

For real? I honestly thought they were Jefferson’s, seeing as Rayna was getting married to him.

Curtis hummed in response before saying lightly, “She’s expecting triplets.”

“Oh, f*ck!” Gabriel took a sharp breath and nearly caused the vehicle to veer to the side. “Mrs. Faymon is so

capable?”

“Watch your words!” Curtis glared coldly at him and snorted. “You’ve worked for me for a very long time, Gabriel.

Yet, look at your miserable love life. You still don’t have a girlfriend even though I’m already a father.”

“Mr. Faymon, you crashed the wedding to get your wife back, yet you still…”

Gabriel was going to say, “Yet you still have the face to talk about me,” but he suddenly felt a cold aura enveloping

him.

He shuddered and immediately changed his tune, “You’re absolutely right. You’re truly blessed, Mr. Faymon!”

Only then did the frosty aura around Curtis reduce a little. “Don’t say anything if you’re not good with words. You’re

talking too much,” he said flatly.

Gabriel was speechless for a moment before he muttered, “Maybe I’ll end up getting married before you, Mr.

Faymon!”

“What did you say?” Curtis’ keen ears picked up his words. “You actually have a girlfriend?”

The assistant decided not to hide it anymore since his boss had already thrown out that question, so he confessed,

“Yes. I’m dating Stella, and she has even met my parents. I’m considering when to propose to her.”

Curtis frowned when he heard that. “You’re dating Stella?”

“We’ve only been together for over a month.”

Despite he and Stella having many ambiguous interactions before that, she only accepted to be with him after he

asked her out a month and a half ago.

It made Gabriel uneasy seeing his boss frown from the rearview mirror and not knowing what he meant when he

asked that question. “Mr. Faymon, you’re not going to say that the company prohibits office romances, right?”

Curtis rested his chin on the back of his hand with a contemplative look in his eyes, seemingly in deep thought.

The torturous wait was getting to Gabriel. “Mr. Faymon?” he called out again.

“It’s your business who you’re with. I have no say in that matter,” Curtis drawled, his expression serious. “Just don’t

neglect your work because you’re in love.”

Hearing that, Gabriel twitched his lips.

I wonder whose boss was it that claimed to be going on a business trip but showed up at the church to crash a

wedding instead?

“How’s the Ocean International matter going?” Curtis asked his assistant impassively after taking a couple of

glances at the scenery outside the window.

“I’ve located the sender’s IP address. It’s an abandoned power supply station.” Gabriel felt ashamed talking about

it, and his voice grew quieter. “I’ve looked into our employees and those of Ocean International, but I’ve got

nothing.”

Given his lack of displeasure, Curtis appeared to have anticipated that answer. “Our opponent is very cunning, so

don’t rush the investigation. What about Vivi?” he inquired.

“I’ve taken care of that, Mr. Faymon!” Gabriel finally did not look so nervous as he reported, “I got someone to act

covertly and confiscate all her family’s assets, including the few homestays they owned. I also questioned each of

the chefs at Vivi’s restaurant separately. After two days of interrogation, one of them finally admitted that he

deliberately added some herbs to the stew.”

It turned out that while preparing the duck stew for Curtis, the chef had received an anonymous text message on

his phone, telling him to add some specific herbs to the dish for one hundred thousand. Due to his greed for money,

he did as instructed.

“It’s a pity that we can’t find out anything here because theirs is an anonymous overseas account,” Gabriel said

regretfully.

“Only Arnaud can subtly plant someone by my side.” Curtis found crucial information in his assistant’s words and

deduced from there.

He looked grim, and his tone was extremely low. “His men probably found out about Rayna’s pregnancy and told

him about it, leading to him thinking the children in her womb are Jefferson’s.”

Comprehension immediately dawned on Gabriel. “Arnaud is competing with Jefferson for the Terblanc family

inheritance. Their father had always favored Jefferson in the first place. It’ll be a great threat to him if Jefferson has

a wife and children. Mr. Faymon, do you think that Arnaud surreptitiously instigated Vivi to sue Mrs. Faymon

previously?”

Curtis did not respond, but his aura became gloomier.

Of course, that’s possible. Given that Arnaud touched Rayna right under my nose, is there anything else he wouldn’t

dare to do?

“Even if Vivi was just being used as a pawn, she has crossed my bottom line.” His gaze was utterly vicious. “She still

dared to do such a thing after accepting my money. It is she who doesn’t value her life!”

He heard that Rayna had been detained for ten days in a small room, unable to do anything.

She was still pregnant. How insufferable it must’ve been for her in that kind of place. She probably kept waiting for

my call, hoping I could help her. However, I only found out about her suffering when I returned to the country.

The memory of her haggard appearance and the way she sobbed and scolded him caused Curtis’ heart to wrench

painfully.

He instructed Gabriel coldly, “There are two fields of flowers on the mountain behind their homestay. Find someone

to dig them out overnight and replace the flowers with poppies. Then, get a reporter to take pictures before

contacting the police.”

“Understood.”

Gabriel did not find his boss’ actions to be at all outrageous.

When Vivi lost her two children back then, Curtis personally went to apologize to her and offered her tens of millions

in compensation along with real estate. Yet, she still wanted to sue Rayna, and she even couriered the perfume that

Rayna had gifted to her to Egret Scents, which put Rayna’s company in a never-ending scandal for stealing another

company’s products. Who can she blame now that she has dug her grave and lost everything?