Dear Sweetheart Chapter 142 A Chance

Rayna rode the mountain bike at breakneck speed, arriving at the hotel with five minutes to spare.

She strode briskly toward the entrance while trying to make herself look presentable, but a receptionist informed her that Owen and his entourage had already left.

“Darn it!” hissed Rayna as she dumped her bag on the front desk.

I borrowed some kid’s bike to hurry my ass over here, but they left already?

Are they toying with me?

After taking a few breaths, Rayna decided to give Owen a call.

“Ms. Garland.”

“Are you busy, Mr. Hunt?” The person on the line was not Owen himself. Rayna frowned but suppressed her temper and said, “I arrived at the hotel on time, but the receptionist said that Mr. Hunt has left the premises.”

“That’s right, Mr. Hunt had to hurry off because something came up. However, he did ask us to apologize to you when you called, Ms. Garland. Mr. Hunt said he would treat you to a meal when he has the time.”

Rayna was fuming as she heard this, but she could only contain her anger. “That’s fine. Since Mr. Hunt is busy, I guess I’ll have to reschedule this appointment.”

“Goodbye, Ms. Garland.”

“Goodbye.”

Rayna’s face was frosty after she hung up. She gritted her teeth and muttered to herself, “Jessie is right. My brain is the problem here. It’s not like I sold my soul to Faymon Group! So why the hell am I doing this?”

She swore, thinking of just calling Curtis and calling it quits.

in the foyer for quite some time, looking like a woman who was out

Group. I only worry that if I go elsewhere, I won’t have much of a hands-on learning

and dialed Naomi’s number, saying, “Ms. Gardner, please head over to the information

was busy, she decided to go after

a friend’s birthday party, and a few people were invited to the celebration at a high-end club.

same club where she had helped Curtis negotiate for the very

noticed the name of the club, her thoughts immediately went back to the incident. She had had an upset stomach and excused herself to go to

another chance, she would not have

of the club. In her friendliest voice, she asked, “I see that it’s inconvenient to drive since it’s raining. Has Mr. Hunt arrived

the private room!” The manager assumed that Rayna was a friend of Steven’s. With a smile and a bow, the manager escorted her to where

scent of women’s

the room; there was singing, dancing, games of dice, and

manager brought her

in the room was dim, which made visibility low. However, Rayna’s sharp eyes soon landed on a man with a slick backcomb.

time to analyze the situation

this, Faymon Group had used what was left of its funds to repurchase all the shares from

real-estate magnate abroad, going as far as to rank sixth place at his primary base of operations. In more recent years, he had since expanded his influence to other regions. On top of real-estate dealings, Owen also invested in the entertainment industry and made quite a bit of

well-known local figure. As long as Rayna could convince him to purchase shares within Faymon Group, it would make her task of convincing other investors much easier. After all,

smoothed her hair and sauntered over to

What met his gaze was a lanky, sharply dressed woman in a white suit who

up and asked, “And who are you

Owen’s,” replied Rayna with a small smile. She then placed a gift on the mahogany table. “I happened to be running errands in the area. I heard that a friend of yours is celebrating a

that my father had such a… charming friend,” said Steven, whose gaze swept across her

out laughing. “That’s funny. Have you not paid any attention to the news? This woman isn’t a friend of your father, but the acting CEO of Faymon Group, Rayna

voice sounded quite familiar to Rayna, who looked over with an arched

in the dark, Rayna realized that it was Jason Faymon, whom

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