Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 247

Chapter 247 Somebody Named Hamilton

The conversation arrived at Rayna’s sore spot. She sent another slap across Stephanie’s face.

“Where are we most lacking in women?” she asked Wyatt.

“Let me check.” Wyatt produced his phone and showed Rayna several options.

Stephanie turned pale upon hearing them. “My father will not let you go if you dare touch me!” she shouted.

“Stephanie,” said Curtis from behind Rayna. Though his voice was low, the glint of malice in his eyes was evident. “I don’t think you are stupid enough to drag the rest of your family down with you.”

Stephanie shuddered with terror.

“Despite Commander Goath’s prestige, it won’t be difficult to drop tens of millions into his account and send him and his entire family to prison,” Jeremy added with a smile.

“It was all my fault, no one else’s! I’ll speak.” Stephanie was thoroughly frightened.

How could I forget that the one before me is no ordinary man?

Curtis, who could single-handedly raise Norwal City’s GDP with Faymon Group, commanded the respect of all who beheld him and could easily employ somebody to do any bidding he wished.

A fierce glint flashed across Stephanie’s eyes before she stammered, “I-It was a man named Jefferson Hamilton who ordered me to do so. He also promised to send me out of the country when it was done.”

“You’re lying!” Rayna shouted.

She knew Jefferson, who, despite his ambition, would not stoop to do something as underhanded as that.

She yanked Stephanie’s hair and dragged the latter forward. “You’d better tell the truth, or I’ll send you to a place inhabited only by men. The Goath family will be finished then!”

“I am telling the truth. Don’t hurt my family,” Stephanie sobbed. “Jefferson approached me and asked if I could do something for him. I hated you for causing my disfigurement and stealing Teddy from me, so I agreed to help him. He said everything at the club had been arranged, and all I had to do was to show up at the appointed time.”

Rayna slapped her. “Tell the truth!” she ordered coldly.

The slap made Stephanie cry all the harder. “May I die a painful death if I’m lying!” she sniffled. “He said he would send me to Irushea tonight. You can look it up.”

Wyatt checked the flight indicated by Stephanie and verified it less than a minute later.

“Stephanie’s right. Her name is on the list of passengers.” Wyatt handed his phone to Rayna for her perusal. “Five million was deposited into an account bearing her name an hour ago.”

The myriad of numerical proof on the phone felt like thorns in Rayna’s eyes. Her teeth chattered.

Though she refused to believe Stephanie that Jefferson would do that, the evidence was laid before her.

At the sight of Rayna swaying, Stephanie instigated by saying, “I’d asked Jefferson what happens if you didn’t show up, and he said a lecherous woman like you, who fell for every man she met, would show up. He also said the videos of me and Mr. Faymon would rebuild Faymon Group even if you didn’t turn up.”

Curtis’ gaze hardened, and he aimed a vicious kick at Stephanie.

“Ah!” Stephanie’s chest throbbed from the impact. Her features contorting in pain, she bent double on the floor.

“She’s all yours. You know what to do,” Curtis declared, his voice solemn, as he bent down and lifted Rayna up. “I despise the Goath family.”

“You didn’t keep your word, Mr. Faymon,” Stephanie uttered in pain. “I told you everything you wanted to know, and you promised you wouldn’t drag my family into this.”

“As long as you’re alive, the Goath family will not be dragged along with you,” he said coldly.

Without another word, he left with the figure in his arms.

Demented, Stephanie yelled curses after Curtis’ departing back.

“Stop shouting.” Wyatt knelt and slapped her hard across her cheek. “Shut your d*mn mouth. I’ve narrowed down several places for you. Pick one.”

When Curtis emerged from the club with Rayna in his arms, they saw two policemen standing by a car parked on the side of the road.

That appears to be Rayna’s car.

“Does this car belong to Ms. Rayna Garland?” One of the policemen glanced at Rayna as he scribbled a ticket. “You’re something else. As if speeding in the city isn’t bad enough, you ran six red lights! What a menace on the road you’ve been. How did you get your license?”

Rayna flushed red from embarrassment. “I’m sorry!”

As she had been in a rush to arrive at the club, the empty streets prompted her to drive impulsively.

The cop continued to admonish, “Even if you were in a rush, you should obey traffic rules. What if you hit somebody?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m deducting twelve points and suspending your license!” The policeman handed her the ticket. “Come to the precinct for a refresher course next week.”

“All right.”

Rayna was about to take the ticket when the other cop came over.

“Mr. Faymon.” The second cop greeted Curtis and quickly pressed his partner’s hand down. “Are you friends with this lady? Our apologies.”

“No! We are not friends,” Rayna answered at once and snatched the ticket from the first cop’s hand.

Being at fault, I don’t intend to get out of this by using my position of privilege.

“I will be there for the course next week and think hard about my actions,” she promised.

“I’m awfully sorry,” said the cop.

“No! It’s me who should be sorry.” Rayna and the policemen exchanged bows. “I shouldn’t have run the red lights. Please do this according to the procedure.”

Soon after, the officers left.

Rayna heaved a sigh of relief and gazed mournfully at the car she had been driving for several short months. “This car is going to fall into ruin at home. What’s more, I have to retake my driver’s license!”

Curtis could not resist a laugh. “You could have explained it to the cops. They might even let you keep your license.”

“Explain what? Ah!” Rayna squealed when he yanked her into his embrace. She rolled her eyes at him. “Tell them that you were about to be taken advantage of and that I was rushing to rescue you? How embarrassing it would be to say that out loud! It’s all your fault that my driver’s license is suspended! You’re even stupider than Wyatt for not being able to take care of yourself.”

“I was drugged—” Curtis protested.

“Nobody made you take it, did they?” Rayna interrupted, incensed by his retort. “Did Stephanie force the wine down your throat? Stop making excuses for yourself!”

“Fine, you win.” Curtis massaged his brow, weary of arguing for a lost cause. “I’ll go with you to retake your test. It won’t take long.”

Rayna’s expression finally took a turn for the better. She tossed him her keys. “Drive!”

“To the hospital or—”

“Shut up!”

Rayna punched him. Curtis smiled as her strikes did not even tickle him.

Rayna did not want him to carry her because it made her look helpless. She got into the passenger seat by herself, put on her seatbelt, and received a message on WhatsApp from James. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Having discovered that her WhatsApp account had been logged into, he forwarded the IP address and the intruder’s information to her. Rayna recognized the address as being from her residential area.

Upon noticing the familiar phone number, Rayna ran a quick check and discovered it to be Naomi’s.

James then sent another message, which read: I’d found out about the woman. Dorothy McKahn, the daughter of a Jetroinian politician, is Jefferson’s fiancée.