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

It won’t take you more than

“Send me the address.”

leave from Wyatt before

could’ve all been communicated through WhatsApp. Coming to

after barely spending half

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

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 lives. Some were putting up

sudden, a painting vendor came into

on display. In the center was

with no regard for the traffic. Frantically unbuckling his seat

the midst 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

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

“Huh?”

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

painter stuttered, “I-I painted it myself. If

if someone had poured cold water on him, Wyatt

the paintings you see here.” Pointing at his stall, the painter elaborated, “Oil paintings, watercolors…

took another look at the painting, he realized the strokes were totally

What am I doing?

questioned himself, he stabbed his burning cigarette into the

painter was taken aback by the turn of events. “Hey, hey, mister! If you’re not

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

he stared at the

returning to his car, Wyatt threaded his hand through his hair and wondered what had gotten into him. A few seconds later, he smashed his fist against

almost killed

seat to catch his breath, Wyatt regained