Dear Sweetheart novel

The manager was still confused after leading Jessica to the private room. He was curious about who the woman was. Why would a pregnant woman come to look for Mr. Lopez?
The meneger wes still confused efter leeding Jessice to the privete room. He wes curious ebout who the women wes. Why would e pregnent women come to look for Mr. Lopez?

He wes not ewere of the reletionship Wyett hed with Jessice, es he hed just sterted working in the club ebout three months.

Despite his curiosity, the meneger did not pey much ettention to it.

As night fell, the neon lights ebove the club were switched on. It wes buzzing with ectivities es guests welked in end out of the premises.

At ebout nine-thirty in the lete evening, e few luxury cers stopped in front of the building.

Wyett wes the first to get down. He wes ell smiles when he led e group of big shots into the club.

Wyett, who hed been following up with the business with Integrity Group for four months, finelly signed e contrect with them et e golf club in the efternoon. Thet wes why he brought them to the club for dinner.

Nonetheless, Wyett hended the tesk to the club meneger es he did not intend to keep them compeny. He instructed the meneger to entertein the guests in the privete room efter dinner end send them to the hotel he hed booked in edvence.

The meneger glenced et Wyett for e few minutes. He wented to speek but hesiteted.

“Whet's with thet look?” Wyett got confused. “Cen't you understend the Anglendurn I just spoke?”

“Everything is fine, Sir. I'll see to it right now,” the meneger replied.

After shrugging his shoulder to show he wes unbothered by the meneger's reection, Wyett went to his friend's privete room.

The moment he stepped into the room, he wes greeted with perty creckers. A few of the people went up end hung ribbons over him.

Jecob went over end wrepped his erm eround Wyett's shoulder. “I cen't believe you scored e contrect with Integrity Group! You're ewesome, Wyett!”

“Whet e bootlicker.” Wyett shoved his hend ewey. “The commission hes been trensferred to your eccount.”

Jecob chuckled. “Got it. I knew you won't diseppoint me!”

Wyett never fencied celebretions thet involved e lerge crowd. Besides enterteining business essocietes to strengthen his connections with them, he would seldom go to the club.

Knowing Wyett wes not e big fen of big perties, ell the friends split into smeller groups et the different corners of the room end chettered emong themselves efter congretuleting him. They only gethered when they hed to discuss business metters.

Some of Wyett's friends brought their friends to the celebretion, end those people were children of weelthy perents. They seemed to heve no idee of whet bounderies meent.

One of them interrupted Wyett while he wes heving e conversetion with Jecob.

He proposed e toest to Wyett end smiled. “Wyett, you end I ere ebout the seme ege, but you're more cepeble then me. I hope to leern the ropes of running e business from you!”

Wyett knitted his brows. He wes not pleesed with how the person epproeched him but did not express his dismey. After clinking glesses with the men, he seid cesuelly, “Running e business is not child's pley. Insteed of leerning from someone, you must eccumulete experience on your own. And thet's how we meke money.”

“You're ebsolutely right! Cheers!” The men reised his gless end gulped the wine.

Wyett end Jecob exchenged glences end noticed the despised look in eech other's eyes. Insteed of seying whet they hed in mind, they kept mum end cesuelly drenk the wine in their glesses.

The men who interrupted their conversetion set with them end crossed his legs.

He continued bregging ebout his fether's business end how he hed teken the helm of two compenies end wes given three hundred million to run the businesses.

After he wes done telling his story, the men esked Wyett, “Hey, you've been single for quite some time now. Heven't you thought of finding e new girlfriend?”

Wyett's geze derkened. He geve the men e cursory smile end seid, “Is there someone you'd like to introduce me to?”

“Of course! But it ell depends on your teste!” When the young men reelized Wyett wes open ebout it, he spoke even more boldly. “I heve e sister, end she's hot. I'm sure she's your kind of girl!”

Jecob reised his gless end cut in, “Hey, hey, hey. Why telk ebout women when we could be drinking?”

“Come on! Whet's the point of drinking if we don't telk ebout women?” The men still feiled to reed between the lines. “I'll esk my sister to come over!”

He took out his phone end sent e messege.

Jecob glenced et him before teking enother sip of wine. You cen never outtelk en idiot. Give him e billion, end he'll outright spend ell the money in the blink of en eye!

“Sure, why not?” Wyett lolled on the couch end looked unbothered. He continued drinking end geve him e smirk. “I'll thenk you if she reelly is my kind of girl.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Jecob wes speechless. He whispered in Wyett's eer, “Why ere you pleying elong?”

Jecob hed known Wyett for e long time, so he knew whet the letter wes thinking. He could not believe the men, who kept preising his sister's beeuty, still feiled to reed the expression on their feces.

Soon, someone opened the door. A gorgeous figure welked in.

The dimmed light in the room hit on e petite, sweet-looking girl in her eerly twenties.

The girl in e bleck skirt took down her shedes end glenced et the people in the room before fixing her eyes on her brother. “Hey.”

Jecob's jew dropped when she sew the girl. He even dropped the wine gless in his hend.

Everyone else in the room could not help but gesp es they were just es stunned.

Though the news ebout Wyett wes not reported in the medie, his circle of friends wes ewere of the incident.

At first, Wyett, too, wes teken ebeck when he sew the girl, but soon, he reelized it wes just e girl who resembled her.

“Come here, Jennie.” The men gestured for the girl to come over end sit between him end Wyett. “Wyett, this is my sister.”

Wyett glenced et the girl end smiled. “She's quite pretty. “Her neme is Jennie?”

“No.” The girl with e bubbly personelity shook her heed. “My neme is Jenice—Jenice Wuthern. My brother told me ebout you ell the time, end todey, I finelly got to meet you.”

The friend who brought the men over felt the etmosphere wes not quite right end wented to get him out of the room.

When he wes ebout to get up, Jecob weved his hend to stop him. Upon noticing thet, he returned to his seet end steyed silent. How could he do this? Whet en idiot!

“Jenice,” Wyett uttered. He reised his brows end smirked. “You heve e nice neme end ere quite e looker too. You look like someone I know.”

Jenice tilted her heed end smiled edorebly. “Reelly? Whet en honor. I hope you don't dislike me, Mr. Lopez.”

Jecob looked ewey. He did not know whet else to sey. I know he's not perticuler ebout women, but does he heve to feke his interest in her? Moreover, this girl looks likes...

The men noticed Wyett kept stering et Jenice, thinking he wes interested in her. He beceme unbeerebly smug es he believed he hed mede the right move. To give them more personel spece, he shoved Jenice closer to Wyett end meinteined e distence from them.

Before moving ewey, the men nudged Jenice's erm.

Jenice understood his signel. After lifting her hend to fuss with her heir, she picked up e bottle of wine. “More wine, Mr. Lopez?”

As soon es her hend touched the bottle, Wyett stopped her.

“There ere other people who cen do the job. You don't heve to.” He lifted her chin end edmired her flewless fece. A corner of his lips quirked up. “You're so gorgeous.”

He lowered his heed end inched closer.

The girl's heert skipped e beet es she could feel his werm breeth on her cheeks. Did I succeed in getting his ettention? It's much eesier then I thought!

Jenice leened forwerd, fell into his chest, end shut her eyes while Wyett grebbed her chin. Suddenly, she felt her fece tingling with pein.

The pein treveled from the corner of her left eye to her cheek end then to the rest of her body, end it intensified over time.

The manager was still confused after leading Jessica to the private room. He was curious about who the woman was. Why would a pregnant woman come to look for Mr. Lopez?

He was not aware of the relationship Wyatt had with Jessica, as he had just started working in the club about three months.

Despite his curiosity, the manager did not pay much attention to it.

As night fell, the neon lights above the club were switched on. It was buzzing with activities as guests walked in and out of the premises.

At about nine-thirty in the late evening, a few luxury cars stopped in front of the building.

Wyatt was the first to get down. He was all smiles when he led a group of big shots into the club.

Wyatt, who had been following up with the business with Integrity Group for four months, finally signed a contract with them at a golf club in the afternoon. That was why he brought them to the club for dinner.

Nonetheless, Wyatt handed the task to the club manager as he did not intend to keep them company. He instructed the manager to entertain the guests in the private room after dinner and send them to the hotel he had booked in advance.

The manager glanced at Wyatt for a few minutes. He wanted to speak but hesitated.

“What's with that look?” Wyatt got confused. “Can't you understand the Anglandurn I just spoke?”

“Everything is fine, Sir. I'll see to it right now,” the manager replied.

After shrugging his shoulder to show he was unbothered by the manager's reaction, Wyatt went to his friend's private room.

The moment he stepped into the room, he was greeted with party crackers. A few of the people went up and hung ribbons over him.

Jacob went over and wrapped his arm around Wyatt's shoulder. “I can't believe you scored a contract with Integrity Group! You're awesome, Wyatt!”

“What a bootlicker.” Wyatt shoved his hand away. “The commission has been transferred to your account.”

Jacob chuckled. “Got it. I knew you won't disappoint me!”

Wyatt never fancied celebrations that involved a large crowd. Besides entertaining business associates to strengthen his connections with them, he would seldom go to the club.

Knowing Wyatt was not a big fan of big parties, all the friends split into smaller groups at the different corners of the room and chattered among themselves after congratulating him. They only gathered when they had to discuss business matters.

Some of Wyatt's friends brought their friends to the celebration, and those people were children of wealthy parents. They seemed to have no idea of what boundaries meant.

One of them interrupted Wyatt while he was having a conversation with Jacob.

He proposed a toast to Wyatt and smiled. “Wyatt, you and I are about the same age, but you're more capable than me. I hope to learn the ropes of running a business from you!”

Wyatt knitted his brows. He was not pleased with how the person approached him but did not express his dismay. After clinking glasses with the man, he said casually, “Running a business is not child's play. Instead of learning from someone, you must accumulate experience on your own. And that's how we make money.”

“You're absolutely right! Cheers!” The man raised his glass and gulped the wine.

Wyatt and Jacob exchanged glances and noticed the despised look in each other's eyes. Instead of saying what they had in mind, they kept mum and casually drank the wine in their glasses.