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.”

you do it over the

it’s too sensitive to do so. It won’t take

“Send me the address.”

took his leave from Wyatt before driving

“This could’ve all been communicated through WhatsApp. Coming to the hospital was a waste of

after

like returning. Hence, he decided to take a leisurely drive with no

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

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

a painting vendor came into his

paintings on display. In the center was an oil painting

unbuckling his

of packing up when he noticed Wyatt’s presence. Thus, he approached the latter and asked, “You seem

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

“Huh?”

Grabbing the painter’s arms, Wyatt lost control of his emotions. “Does she look gorgeous and is pregnant? Do you

a shock by Wyatt’s response, the painter stuttered, “I-I painted it myself.

had poured cold water on him, Wyatt instantly regained

Pointing at his stall, the painter elaborated, “Oil paintings, watercolors… I can paint anything. In fact, I

the painting, he realized the strokes were totally different

What am I doing?

into

taken aback by the turn of events. “Hey, hey, mister! If you’re

took out all the cash he had and stuffed them

he stared at the wad of cash

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

almost killed me, and yet, I miss

catch his breath, Wyatt regained his composure before