Dear Sweetheart novel

I know Jasper, but could the person on the other side of the table be Jefferson Hamilton of Glory Corporation? The entire country knows Curtis crashed Jefferson and Rayna’s wedding to steal the bride, so why is Jefferson dining with Curtis at the same table? I wonder what these men are up to.

She knew that no matter how she pleaded, Curtis would not budge to have a private conversation with her.

Thus, Wendella stood beside him and spoke frankly, “I know about Selena’s death. The police and the media are telling the world that her death was an accident, but everybody in the industry knows the truth.”

Curtis merely grunted, his voice monotonous. “And?”

Wendella frowned at his apathy. “You know that Mr. Nicholson loves his daughter,” she said, almost yelling. “He’s not going to let you or Faymon Group off. The Xavier family will not side with the Nicholson family, but with Theodore still in a coma, who else can help you?” Wendella felt encouraged at the thought of Curtis without his allies.

So what if Faymon Group is rich? Mr. Nicholson’s fury cannot be appeased by money.

Since hearing news about Selena, she had been waiting for Curtis to come to her and ask for her help. Despite waiting in vain, the situation did not change, and she knew that Curtis would be worried about the matter.

She had taken a wager by coming to him by counting on the fact that Curtis had no connections and needed her father’s connections to get rid of Noel.

At the sight of Curtis paying attention to his food over her, Wendella snapped, “You know about my father’s prestige and connections, Curtis. He’s somebody Mr. Nicholson does not dare offend. A single word from my father would guarantee that he would not raise a finger against you—maybe he would even come to you with an apology.”

Before Curtis could speak, Jasper, seated across from him, laughed. “That’s true. We are aware of Mr. Sainz’s affection for his daughter. No ordinary people would dare offend you with your beauty and background, Ms. Sainz.”

Confident in her looks and background, Wendella could not resist reveling in the delight brought on by those flattering words.

However, the person whose attention she craved the most remained indifferent toward her.

Wendella could not bear his refusal to speak any longer. “I will ask my father to help you, Curtis, but I have one condition: I want you to marry me.”

who had been eating in silence,

napkin and grinned. “Ms. Sainz is beautiful, of noble blood, and adores you, Mr. Faymon. Won’t you at least respond to a

you think about Mr. Faymon

Not bad, I…” Jasper began but suddenly felt a venomous glare upon him. With a great

his fork tighter. “It depends on what Mr. Faymon thinks,” he said with

Jefferson with an inscrutable smile. “You seem awfully concerned about Ms. Sainz,

interested in Ms. Sainz,” Jefferson retorted

a sip of coffee, his expression bland. “I, a commoner, am not worthy of Ms. Sainz. You seem much more suited for

you could find it in yourself to be

a child. I would love them

Jefferson was rendered speechless.

cup on the table and glanced at Jefferson before saying placidly, “Apologies, I forgot you don’t

Motherf*cker!

angry he almost threw his cup of coffee into Curtis’

other hand, continued eating

safer option. It’ll

is being after I came to him and gave him the chance to court me. Even worse, he made me out to be

the line, Curtis!” she fumed, her voice quivering uncontrollably. “My father is the only one who can

what you’re thinking, Ms. Sainz. The only reason why I’m not saying it aloud is that your father and I

angrier when her motive was seen through. “I’m beautiful and come from a powerful family. How am I not worthy of you? Marrying me is beneficial for you, too, as my father will

own pace, “I

turned white from being clenched around

will not condone it,” Curtis continued while glaring at her. “Though we have once worked together, Ms. Sainz, it is not an invitation for you to inflate