Dear Sweetheart novel

Wyatt shook his head. “He’s really cunning. All this while, he hid in places without surveillance cameras, preventing us from discovering anything. I can’t believe how cruel he is to be capable of killing his own father.”

“I heard Boniel favors Jefferson and discriminates against Arnaud.” Jeremy elaborated, “Even though Boniel signed a bet with the brothers, he was secretly helping Jefferson out. Arnaud probably found out and killed him for it.”

Wyatt stroked his chin. “Arnaud’s maternal family is very powerful. Even if Boniel left a will, they would definitely be able to secure the Terblanc family for him.”

“The person Arnaud planted in Norwal City is really sharp too. He was able to analyze the situation accurately.” With a grim look in his eyes, Curtis tapped his fingers on his pants. “Obviously, I’m not going to let him take over the Terblanc family.”

“What do you plan to do?” Wyatt leaned languidly against the wall.

Lowering his head in thought, Curtis replied, “I don’t see a role for you now. Instead, I’ll get someone to spread the news of Boniel’s death. If he does have a will, it will be disclosed when the time comes.”

Holding his chin with his hand, Wyatt let out a chuckle. “By spreading the news of Boniel’s death, your real objective is to see whether Jefferson attends the funeral. Isn’t that the case, Curtis?”

“You’re getting more annoying by the day.” Curtis threw him an icy glance.

Jeremy, who was on a call with his back facing them, finally turned around and exclaimed, “Curtis, I’m told that Theodore is awake!”

“F*ck, really?” Wyatt stood at attention. “Are you going over to see him? I’ll come with you.”

“I’d rather you not. There’s nothing you can help with anyway.” Jeremy patted him on the shoulders. “You had better keep an eye on your company instead.”

Curtis added, “I’ll get Gabriel to assign Shadow to you. Give me a call if you need anything.”

“Sure!”

As Jeremy still had work to do in the hospital, Curtis and Wyatt left first, leaving Gabriel to pick the former up later.

After stepping out of the hospital, Curtis received a call from Emma. “Curtis, are you free? I would like to speak to you about something.”

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too sensitive to do so. It won’t take you more than a few

“Send me the address.”

Curtis took his leave from Wyatt before driving

been communicated

now had to go back after

office, Wyatt didn’t feel like returning. Hence, he decided to take a leisurely drive with no destination in

dark clouds had gathered amidst the intensifying humidity in the air. The sky

the other resting on the car window, Wyatt watched the street vendors go about their busy

sudden, a painting vendor came

ten paintings on display. In the center was an oil painting of sunflowers that

regard for the traffic. Frantically unbuckling his seat belt, he sprinted up to the painting vendor and stared

Wyatt’s presence. Thus, he approached the latter and asked, “You seem to be unable to take

continued staring at it for a long time. Eventually, he asked

“Huh?”

you?” Grabbing the painter’s arms, Wyatt lost control of his emotions. “Does she look

no…” Given a shock by Wyatt’s response, the painter stuttered, “I-I painted it myself. If you

on him, Wyatt instantly

you see here.” Pointing at his stall, the painter elaborated, “Oil paintings, watercolors… I can paint anything. In fact, I can produce more than ten copies of this sunflower

the painting, he realized the strokes

What am I doing?

he questioned himself, he stabbed his burning cigarette into the

turn of events. “Hey, hey,

the painter could finish, Wyatt took out all the cash he had and stuffed them into the painter’s hands.

stared at the wad of

upon returning to his car, Wyatt threaded his hand through his hair and wondered what had gotten into him. A few

She almost killed me, and yet, I

his