Dear Sweetheart Chapter 168


    Chapter 168 Let Me Be Your Brother


    It now makes sense why I thought the time was off. I clearly remembered it being Tuesday, but when I


    woke up, it was already Thursday. It turns out that I had forgotten what happened on Wednesday night.


    “Oh my gosh! What should I do?” Those memories were far too vivid. Rayna could not stop herself


    from rolling around on the bed. “If I had known that the pill had this effect, I wouldn’t have taken it!”


    How should I face Curtis now that I know what has happened? This is so embarrassing!


    At that moment, Naomi sent a WhatsApp message stating that something urgent hade up in


    Faymon Group. Rayna quickly responded, saying she would be there in no time. After changing her


    clothes, she left the mansion. Of course, she did not forget to ask the housekeeper toe to the


    mansion before she left.


    “Nana!” The moment Rayna entered through the revolving door, someone bumped into her from


    behind. Jessica walked alongside Rayna andmented, “Aren’t you afraid that Mr. Faymon would be


    upset at youing to thepany?”


    In response, Rayna gave her a fleeting nce and uttered, “Get lost.”


    “You’re not the Nana I adore. You’re so fierce,” Jessica grumbled, pretending to be sad. After a while,


    she asked, “You don’t look good. Did Mr. Faymon ‘bully’ you?”


    Rayna’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the word Jessica emphasized. “You’re overthinking it.”


    “I figured it out from your expression.”


    Rayna was bereft of speech and did not say another word.


    “Are you going back at noon? If not, let’s go out for lunch. I came across a restaurant that serves


    excellent steak!” Jessica stated.


    “I’m not going!”


    “Nana, you’re about to turn cold and ruthless like Mr. Faymon.”


    Rayna remained silent.


    Jessica continued to babble on as she used her card to gain ess to the elevator for the higher-ups.


    After they entered, a hand stopped the elevator door from closing as it was about to.


    “Good morning.”


    Wyatt was dressed in a ck suit and standing outside the elevator. He had a tall, lean build and


    looked particrly attractive in a suit as he exuded an air of elegance.


    If it were not for his face, Rayna would not have recognized him. “What brings you here?” she inquired.


    “Things are getting worse for Faymon Group. I’m here to help you because I worry that you can’t


    handle it alone.” After getting into the elevator, Wyatt turned around and asked Jessica, “Good


    morning, gorgeous. Have you eaten breakfast?”


    “Yes.” Jessica subconsciously nodded. After casting a second nce his way, shemented, “You


    look handsome like this. You should stop wearing those gaudy clothes.”


    Hearing that, Wyatt twitched the corners of his lips. The next instant, he shed her a charming smile.


    “Sure. If you like it, I can wear a suit all day.”


    Rayna could not help but roll her eyes.


    Goodness gracious. This guy is terrible at picking up women.


    As the elevator ascended, Wyatt attempted to strike up a conversation with Jessica, even leaning in


    her direction. In Rayna’s eyes, he appeared to have never seen a woman in his life before.


    Just when Jessica was about to walk out of the elevator, he quickly suggested, “Let’s have lunch


    together. My treat.”


    “All right, but please let me pay for the meal as a token of appreciation for the flowerpot you gave me.”


    Upon hearing her words, Wyatt beamed brightly.


    At the same time, Rayna gave him a sidelong nce and snickered. “I made a mistake. If I had known


    you would show up, I would’ve turned on my phone’s video recorder earlier so you could see how


    you’re behaving right now.”


    “Do I look suave?” Wyatt grabbed her shoulders with his outstretched hands. “I’m very confident in my


    appearance. Even celebrities could notpare to me.”


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    “Yes. You could certainly portray certain characters well with that face of yours.” Rayna pushed him


    away with her elbow and remarked, “You shoulde to Faymon Group often. We have a lot of pretty


    women here.”


    “No. I only like Jessie.”


    “Stop being delusional. She doesn’t like you,” reprimanded Rayna.


    “It takes time for feelings to develop. I’m not in a rush.” With a grin on his face, Wyatt prodded Rayna


    and suggested, “Why don’t you take Jessie in as your younger sister?”


    “Why should I?”


    “I’ll be your brother-inw if I’m sessful in pursuing her.”


    Rayna did not respond.


    Shortly afterward, Wyatt added, “Or let me be your younger brother.”


    “Have you gone crazy?” Rayna red at him in disgust. “You’re a couple of years older than I am.


    Even if you have the nerve to think of me as your older sister, Ick the courage to ept that status.”


    A yful smile hung on Wyatt’s lips as he stated, “Don’t worry. I look young.”


    However, Rayna did not want to waste time chatting nonsense with him.


    At present, she was feeling a little frustrated. First, she discovered that her younger brother was gay.


    Before she could fully process the news, Wyatt gave her a pill and made her recall such a passionate


    memory.


    Ugh! This is so annoying!


    After Rayna arrived at Faymon Group, she attended three meetings, and Wyatt was present at all of


    them.


    In truth, Wyatt often came to Faymon Group. Rayna simply had not realized this because she was too


    preupied with caring for Curtis in the mansion. Since Yannick was arrested for corruption, Wyatt


    reced him as the general manager of the international department.


    Wyatt usually presented himself in a casual manner and never took matters seriously. However, he


    would be solemn and stern when in a meeting and speaking about work-rted subjects.


    All of a sudden, Rayna felt insignificant inparison to someone like Wyatt, who had been in the


    business world for a long time.


    She could not help but wonder how Alfred had the courage to hand over Faymon Group to her.


    As soon as the meetings were over, Rayna got right back to work. Some of the branches were in


    trouble. All funds had been frozen, and a lot of employees had left.


    Faymon Group had faced all kinds of crises since Curtis’ injury. In truth, it was already on the verge of


    copse.


    The numerous negative reports about Faymon Group left Rayna mentally and physically exhausted.


    She devoted herself to her work and did not even join Jessica for lunch.


    “Ms. Gand.” Just then, a secretary from the secretarial department entered the CEO’s office with a


    food jar and handed it to Rayna. “This is from a man with thest name Hamilton. I’ve examined it.


    There isn’t anything wrong with the food.”


    Hearing that, Rayna furrowed her brows.


    A man with thest name Hamilton? It must be him.


    Instead of asking the secretary to dispose of the food, Rayna opened the jar and discovered a note


    inside. The jar was filled with food that smelled enticing.


    She unfolded the note, and it read: Eat well. I look forward to meeting you.


    After reading it, Rayna threw the card into the trash can. Her face was expressionless.


    I’m never going to meet you.


    In the evening, she went back to the condominium with Jessica instead of going to Curtis’ house.


    Jessica was shocked and inquired as to what was wrong, but Rayna came up with a random excuse.


    For the next few days, Rayna slept at the condominium, iming that thepany had a lot of work to


    do.


    Meanwhile, Wyatt had been hitting on Jessica shamelessly since they had lunch together. No matter


    what time Rayna and Jessica arrived at thepany in the morning, they would always meet him “by


    chance.”


    Rayna was at a loss for words.


    “Ms. Gand.” Naomi came into Rayna’s office in the morning and uttered politely, “The gifts for


    Thanksgiving are ready. Please check to see if they are adequate.”


    Taken aback, Rayna queried, “It’s Thanksgiving today?”


    “Yes. It was announced yesterday that all employees could leave work after three o’clock today,” Naomi


    answered.


    Does this mean Curtis is going back to the Faymon residence for Thanksgiving?


    “Ms. Gand?”


    “Yes?” Rayna quickly regained herposure. Looking at the list of gifts, she asked, “Are there any gift


    cards left?”


    “Yes.”


    “Then give each executive a ten thousand gift card.”


    “Noted.”


    After Naomi left, Rayna picked up her phone with the intention of texting Curtis, but the moment she


    opened her WhatsApp, she paused.


    Who am I? What right do I have to spend Thanksgiving at the Faymon residence? Besides, I haven’t


    been to the mansion in a while, and Curtis acted as if I didn’t exist. He never called or texted me. Why


    should I call him to see if he needs help?


    Needless to say, Rayna was enraged by the thought. Just as she was about to put her phone down,


    Curtis called.


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