Dear Sweetheart Chapter 368
His Precious Love Chapter 368
Hearing Rayna’s remark, Ringo was filled with astonishment.
She’s simply too smart! With her help, it doesn’t seem that difficult for Jefferson to reim the Ternc
family’s session rights.
The long journey from Frosa to Yartran took ten hours, and they even had to make ayover
midway. Fortunately, it didn’t take them long. They would bending in another three hours.
Rayna had been sleeping ever since she boarded the ne. For that reason, she was wide awake afte
r transferring flights. Putting on headphones, she tapped on the small screen twice and ended up with a
news program.
The host’s voice drifted out of
the headphones. It was the 43rd World Economic Conference, whereby renownedpany owners ar
ound the globe would gather together to discuss economic issues and the like.
For such a program, filming rights were awarded to certain organizations or television stations. The ang
les were superb, ensuring that the audience could see each person’s expression clearly.
The tall and slender man who made his appearancest had Rayna’s eyes turning red–rimmed.
At that time, she hadn’t yet made Curtis‘ acquaintance.
The man was wearing his usual polite yet shallow smile. His well–
tailored suit added to his allure, rendering him mature and steady.
He pulled out a chair and sat down beside an older man.
From when he entered the ce until the discussion began, he had been keeping a low profile without
revealing his shrewdness.
There were many young and talented people from other countries, but they paled inparison with hi
m. It was as though theycked his steady air no matter how much they tried to pretend otherwise.
As time passed, the atmosphere at the conference started easing. Everyone appeared to have grown l
azy, whispering among themselves in groups of two or three and chatting together like friends.
The camera panned over to Curtis.
At that moment, the older man was speaking to him. He showed Curtis his passport, telling thetter th
at his child had doodled on it, so he could only return to his country when his new passport was ready.
Chuckling lowly,
Curtismented, “Well, kids are all pretty naughty. It won’t take much to apply for a new passport.”
“I only had my daughter when I was forty years old, so I pamper her greatly, the older man said. “You m
ust have been married long ago, yes? Do you have a kid yet?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Seriously? Are your standards too high?”
“Isn’t that only natural? After all, getting married and having kids aren’t as fun as making money.” Curtis
shed him a faint smile, seemingly unfazed.
The older man waved a hand in disagreement. “Don’t think that way. I thought the same back then, but
Iter discovered that things seemed meaningless when I’d
yed the field, built mypany, and made a fortune. In life, other than self–
happiness, having a child and seeing him or her grow up is also a joy.”
Curtis massaged his temples. “This is an economic conference, Mr. Buffett.”
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“Anyone would be tired when this conference has gone for such a long time, the older man countered.
Noticing that the camera was focused on them, he smilingly leaned close to the camera and waved bef
ore putting on a public disy of affection. “Do you see me, Darling? I’ll be going
back when I’ve gotten my new passport. Has our baby been good? Did he kick you?”
Laughter came from the other side, seeminglying from the cameraman.
Curtis leaned back, leaving only half his body within the camera
frame. “All this might end up broadcasted, Mr. Buffett.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind it. This conference is
only once in three years, and everyone will forget about me in no time.”
At the sight of the exasperated expression on Curtis‘ face when he finally entered the camera range, R
ayna burst into giggles. He seemed to bementing his choice of sitting beside a chatterbox when choo
sing his seat.
And here I thought that all the big shots attending the World Economic Conference would be rigid and s
olemn!
Shortly after, the conference ended, and all the participants left one by one. The cameraman chased aft
er some of them and inquired about their opinion, Curtis included.
Watching as the man answered the questions calmly, Rayna lifted her hand dazedly and outlined his fe
atures through the screen, her heart twisting in agony.
I miss you so much, Curtis.
By the time the nended in Yartran, it was already seven o’clock in the evening.
Ringo had long since contacted some men and ordered them to wait at the airport. After exiting the
lobby, he protected Jefferson and Rayna as they got into the car.
Rayna felt as though she was in a spy film.
She couldn’t help advising, “You don’t need to be so anxious. Arnaud won’t dare do anything now that
we’re in Yartran. You’re making me edgy as well.”
Jefferson shot Ringo a re. “Such is his nature. He’s all rxed when he should be worried but all an
xious when things are fine. As punishment, let’s not give him any dinner tonight.”
Words eluded Ringo.
The car sped along the road, and they soon arrived at the city center of Yartran. They continued headin
g south, upon which a grand and luxurious manor gradually came into view before Rayna’s eyes.
Even when she was dating Jefferson in the past, she had never
been to his house. But this time, she was here.
The architectural features of each country were different. The Faymon residence gave off an ancient an
d stately feeling, whereas the Ternc residence gave one a feeling of having gone back in time to the
Renaissance era.
The manor was huge, and they only arrived at the parking lot after a few minutes.
Jefferson was the first to alight from the car. When Rayna had climbed out, he took her hand to take a c
able
car.
Ringo went with them and stated, “I’ve informed Old Mr. Ternc about your return, Sir. He pushed bac
k everything on hand and returned home early to await your arrival.”
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“Got it,” Jefferson replied mildly, his face devoid of expression.
Rayna grasped his hand. “You have to act natural in front of your father, Jefferson. We want to reim t
he Ternc family’s session rights, so we still need to rely on his favor for you.”
Jefferson put his resentment away. “Okay.”
When they reached the main wing, the housekeeper opened the door before ushering Rayna and the o
thers into the house.
The main wing upied a vast area, so the living room was exceedingly spacious. Stepping into the ho
to have no end in sight.
All the people, furniture, and decorations there exuded an elegant air.
Jefferson had been holding Rayna’s hand in hopes of banishing her anxiety. Nheless,
the various trials and tribtions of the past
had already tempered Rayna to develop some poise. Her amazement toward the manor remained inwa
After they entered the living room, a robust
man promptly strode toward them.
The man had blond hair and blue eyes, bearing some resemnce to Jefferson
in terms of countenance, tall and handsome. Despite wearing casual clothes, he was still elegant
and regal, giving off a condescending air.
“Calbert, my son!” Boniel was over the moon to see Jefferson and he came over to hug him.
Jefferson stiffened, but he swiftly rxed.
“Dad,” he greeted.
Boniel looked him up and down, his brows creasing together. “Why have you lost weight? Were things d
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Ringo hastily hung his head,
“I merely caught a cold recently and hadn’t much appetite,” Jefferson fibbed. In the next
moment, he wrapped an arm around Rayna. “Dad, this is my girlfriend, Rayna Gand. She apanie
Rayna’s heart jolted, and she snapped her head over to gape at him.
I promised toe here with him, but I didn’t say that I’m going to act as his girlfriend. Couldn’t he have
As though sensing her gaze, Jefferson leaned close to her and exined in a whisper, “It’s just for show
knows that you’re my girlfriend, no one will dare disrespect you or make a move against you.”
Rayna pressed her lips into a thin line.
Boniel swung his eyes at Rayna, his gaze sharp.
He scrutinized her for a long while as though trying to recall something. “You look familiar. Where have I
Afterposing herself, Rayna shed him a smile. “In a photo, likely. I once dated Calbert in the past,
Boniel’s face abruptly darkened, and
his voice turned icy. “You were the woman who sent my son to prison?”
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