Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 615
As soon as the young man said that, Curtis, who sat at the head of the table, slowly opened his eyes and glared at the young
man sharply. “Then what do you suggest to resolve this crisis, Mr. Jameson?”
The young man hummed in his deep voice and tapped on the table.
Then, he pondered it before he replied, “I think the construction unit is responsible too. The non-compliance with construction
specifications on the earthwork of the pit wall is another reason leading to this tragedy.”
“Who drafted the tender document for the construction unit this time?” Bruno, a long-time shareholder of Faymon Group,
grasped the main point and asked.
“During the tender drafting, our department had done a thorough check of the construction unit. There weren’t any problems,”
Hayden said confidently. His gaze traveled from Bruno to Curtis. “Mr. Faymon, I promise there’s nothing wrong with the
construction unit.”
“Mr. Farwell, you can’t judge everything on the surface. Jupiter Builders is famous in Yartran, but their base is too far from
Chanaea.” Mason chuckled before rubbing his nose. He raised his eyebrow and looked at Hayden. “Mr. Farwell, everyone
makes mistakes. It’s normal for you to make a mistake while drafting the tender.”
“Mason Quinlan, don’t think of pushing the blame on me. You have relatives at Jupiter Builders too. Don’t expect that I wouldn’t
know about that!” Hayden got angry when he heard Mason’s words that implied a different meaning.
“During the tender review, our department reviewed the tender proposal based on the company’s requirements strictly. What
about your department? I think Jupiter Builders has given you a handsome reward!” continued Mason.
“Mason, stop trying to slander me!” Hayden yelled as he heard Mason expose his identity. His face turned pale, and he kept
stealing glances at Curtis. “Mr. Faymon, don’t listen to Mr. Quinlan’s nonsense. I admit I have relatives at Jupiter Builders, but
they’re just workers. They don’t hold any position at the company.”
The tension in the conference room had thickened and reached its peak.
Each department started to push the blame on one another. None of them wanted to admit that they made mistakes in the
project at Yartran.

Among all the shareholders, a young man wearing a brown jacket with light gray hair watched the situation unfold with crossed
arms. He raised his eyebrows before staring at Curtis inquisitively.
“Have you all argued enough?” The calm and collected young man had endured twenty minutes of argument between the
managers of the related departments. His expression darkened as his glance swept past everyone. “The goal of today’s meeting
is for you to determine the reason and come up with a solution, but since the meeting started, you’ve been arguing and pushing
the blame on one another for the past twenty-five minutes.”
The young man’s voice was low, but it was not hard to detect anger resonating through it. “Has Faymon Group been too kind to
all of you? Hm?”
The managers of the departments sitting at the table immediately turned pale when the young man said that.
Indeed, things had been smooth sailing at Faymon Group recently. That caused many of the department managers to start
slacking off.
Did Curtis know about it? Of course, he did.
Hence, he decided to take advantage of the landslide incident at the real estate project of Yartran to make some personnel
adjustments. “Three days. I’ll give you all three days to investigate the reason behind the landslide. Send me a detailed report
after that.”
Curtis closed the file and placed it aside before leaving the conference room.
“Mr. Faymon, Mrs. Faymon called you just now.” Robin hurried over to greet Curtis when he saw him exit. “She said she’ll be
home late tonight and that you don’t need to wait for her to have dinner together.”
Upon hearing that, Curtis’ expression darkened even more. “Did she say what she was going to do?”
“No.” Robin carefully stole a glance at Curtis’ expression and noticed the displeasure. He then said, “However, when she
phoned, I heard someone in the background mention a Beryl Pavilion.”
Beryl Pavilion?
Beryl Pavilion was a new restaurant that recently opened in Norwal City. It was famous among the upper circle of aristocrats.
That was because Beryl Pavilion served dishes of premium quality, and the chef had previously worked for Isaac.

When Curtis returned to his office, he noticed the dozens of missed calls and a message from Rayna.
The message was short and straightforward as it wrote: I’ll be home late. Please don’t wait for me to have dinner.
It was only to notify him, but it did not explain why she was going to be home late nor why she was going to Beryl Pavilion.
He held his phone in one hand and took his car keys from the drawer. He then gave some orders to Robin before leaving the
office.
In a private room at Beryl Pavilion, Rayna sat alone. On the table was a takeaway box, and inside was her favorite—fish and
chips.
That day, when she met up with Kristie and Jasmine, Kristie used an application on her phone to order food for the place of their
gathering. Initially, they would only have a few drinks and snacks, but she did not expect Kristie to have ordered fish and chips.
They tasted exactly like the ones Jefferson used to make, which caused her to be suspicious.
She thought of visiting the newly opened Beryl Pavilion to see who the chef was.
“Mrs. Faymon, I’m truly sorry, but our head chef is not feeling well today. Please—” The manager of the VIP private room at the
restaurant pushed the door open and felt troubled to see Rayna still sitting there.
“He’s not feeling well? Or is it because he doesn’t want to meet me?” Rayna was not stupid. She knew the chef of Beryl Pavilion
did not want to meet her.
“Um...” The manager was also troubled but could not force the chef to come. After all, Beryl Pavilion became famous because of
him.
“This is my contact number. Please give it to the head chef. If he wants to meet me, have him call this number.” Rayna gave her
assistant’s number before picking up the takeaway box and leaving the private room.
After leaving the private room, she walked down the long hallway and looked outside the window to see that it was already dark
outside.
Rayna looked down at the takeaway box in her hands and sighed. She then walked toward a nearby trashcan and threw the box
inside.
“Mr. Faymon.” Rayna took out a wet wipe to clean her hands when she heard someone say that.

Curtis? Why is he here?
Rayna quickly wiped her hands and made her way toward the voice that called out that name.
“Which private room is my wife in?” Curtis stared at the manager sharply, causing a shiver up the latter’s spine.
The manager of the restaurant was also an observant person. He could sense that Curtis was not in a good mood that day.
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