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.”

do it over the

so. It won’t

“Send me the address.”

his leave from

sigh. “This could’ve all been communicated through WhatsApp. Coming

had to go back after barely spending half

didn’t feel like returning. Hence, he decided

gathered amidst the intensifying humidity in the air. The sky looked as if it was about

other resting on the car window, Wyatt watched the street vendors go about their busy lives. Some were putting up umbrellas, while others began to

a painting vendor

stall had more than ten paintings on display. In the center was an oil

breath, Wyatt slammed on the brakes with no regard for the traffic. Frantically unbuckling his seat belt, he sprinted up to the painting vendor and stared

of packing up when he noticed Wyatt’s presence. Thus, he approached the latter and asked, “You seem to be unable to take your eyes off the sunflower painting. Are you interested in

up the painting and continued staring at it for a long time. Eventually, he asked the vendor, “Where

“Huh?”

painter’s arms, Wyatt lost control of his emotions. “Does she

Wyatt’s response, the painter stuttered, “I-I painted it myself. If you like

someone had poured cold water on him, Wyatt instantly regained

drew all the paintings 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

another look at the painting, he realized the strokes were totally different from

What am I doing?

as he questioned himself, he stabbed his burning cigarette into the painting and tore it apart in

by the turn of events. “Hey, hey, mister! If

Wyatt took out all the cash he had and stuffed them into the

as he stared at

Wyatt threaded his hand through his hair and wondered what had gotten into

feeling so anxious? She almost

seat to catch his breath, Wyatt regained his composure before driving