Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 674

When the duo stepped into the elevator, the man spoke slowly. “Jean, did you know about Jensen's matter long ago?”

“He mentioned it to me once,” Jean respectfully answered the man beside her. Her hand that was gripping the bag subconsciously tightened.

“It's all right. You two are usually close to each other, anyway. It's not a problem for you to know about it,” said the middle-aged man gently. No emotions could be identified on liis calm face. “You may get back to work once we're out of the hospital. You don't need to follow me.”

“All right,” answered Jean.

When the elevator finally arrived on the first floor. Jean exited it first while the man went straight to the parking lot on the first floor. Just like that, they went their separate ways.

Standing in the lobby. Jean was about to head out when she caught sight of a figure in the comer of the lobby. She instantly froze on the spot. By the time she came to her senses and ran out to chase after that person, the latter was already gone.

“Jensen! Jensen!” Jean yelled in the open-air parking lot. However, no one responded to her voice. After standing in the parking lot for some time, she suddenly thought of something and turned around to glance at the twenty-third floor. “So. you knew about it long ago,” she murmured.

In the meantime, a white sedan sped down the road outside the hospital. The man in the car wore a cap and a mask. Occupying the passenger seat beside him was a bag with a broken zip. A transparent bag could be seen jutting out of it. and it contained a Sumanthovean army knife that was stained with blood.

“Scar, I need you to find me a DNA testing agency. Don't let anyone know about this.” The man spoke into liis Bluetooth earphones.

In a modified container car, a bespectacled man was holding a cup of instant pasta in one hand and a pair of welding clamps in the other to weld a chip. “Jensen, why are you looking for a DNA testing agency all of a sudden?”

“Don't ask so many questions. Just look for the most reliable agency that can keep secrets,” said Jensen as he turned the steering wheel, making the car drive around the altar in the square before taking another road.

“Okay. Leave it to me,” Scar promised. Before hanging up. he asked. “Hey, remember the surveillance camera you asked me to repair last time? I'm almost done with it. When will you be free to collect it?”

“Next Tuesday.” With that. Jensen hung up before Scar could say anything else.

Realizing Jensen had hung up, Scar glared at liis phone and cussed before carrying on with liis work.

Meanwhile, when Rayna and Curtis returned to the hotel, Curtis carried her into the bathroom to help her wash up and change into a set of clean clothes. Only then did he place her on the bed.

“Get a good night's rest. I'll be in the room.” Curtis pulled the covers over her and bent over to kiss her forehead.

At that, Rayna lay down obediently. Curtis sat by the bed and waited for her to fall asleep before getting up to enter the bathroom.

He pulled out liis phone and made a call in the bathroom. “Look into Hamish Galopin's information at Granatano again.”

“All right,” responded a woman on the other end of the call. A man's voice sounded as well. “You'll need us to look into Jensen Morag and Chandler Vardy, too, right?”

“Yes. look into them,” said Curtis coldly. With liis back facing the sink, he continued. “Look into Milo Galopin. Simone Miles, and Cassidy Gilroy, too. And that elderly traditional medicine practitioner who used to live in Shvomliid Mountain. Find out what he looks like. I want all of this information.”

“Curtis, it's going to take some time to look into so many people. Should we contact Dario and liis men? It'll speed things up.” said the woman. At the same time, the sound of her typing away on a keyboard could be heard.

“Sure. Go ahead and arrange it. The faster I get the results, the better.” Curtis hung up after saying that, turning around to face the mirror above the sink. The man in the min or looked grim and had traces of exhaustion in liis gaze. There was even dark stubble visible on his chin.

Matilda Qualls and Stan, who were on the other side of the ocean, continued with their work on hand when their call with Curtis ended. After working for some time, Stan asked, “Are Rayna's eyes really incurable?”

“No idea. It's too early to come to a conclusion now’.” Matilda shut her laptop and tucked it under her arm. She then got up from her chair and walked over to Stan, only to find liis laptop's interface covered in codes.

“I'm heading upstairs first. Dario will handle things at Hawen. I'll call him later,” Matilda informed briefly. Hearing that, Stan grunted a response and watched her head upstairs.

After stretching himself, Stan rose from liis chair and approached a table by the side to pour himself some water. With the glass of water in his hand, he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window' and gazed at the sw'imming pool outside the mansion as well as the mountain highways surrounding it. Sighing

gently, he lamented to himself, “It's been five years. I can't believe I've stayed here for so long. I w’onder how7 that person is doing now.”

Meanwhile, Sheena and Jovan stopped contacting each other after their encounter during the family banquet at the presidential palace.

That day. Sheena was holding a watering can while watering her carefully cultivated plants on the balcony when her mother crept up behind her. “Sheena, did you and Jovan get into a fight?”

Wanda Schiff s voice gave Sheena such a fl ight that she lost her grip on the watering can. It fell to the ground, drenching her shoes and the hem of her skill.

“Mother, how7 many times did I tell you not to creep up on me like that?” Sheena eyed her wret dress and shoes, frowning. “They're all wret now.”

“This is our own house. There's no one else apart from a few of us here. Why are you ahvays so surprised?” Though Wanda knew7 it was her actions that gave Sheena a fright, she thought it was unnecessary for the latter to react so dramatically. She might feel bad for wetting Sheena's clothes and shoes, but she was mostly displeased by Sheena's impatient tone earlier.

“Go in and get changed. We can just let the housekeeper clean this up,” said Wanda, reaching out to pull her daughter into the house. At the same time, she summoned the housekeeper in the house to clean up the balcony.

Sitting in the living room was Frank Powell, wdio was reading the newspaper on the couch. Noting Wanda's dark expression as she descended the stairs, he adjusted his glasses and asked, “What's wrong? Why do you look so gloomy? Did you get into an argument with Sheena again?”

Wanda adjusted her shawl while making her wray to him. “Did you meet the crown prince during your visits to the presidential palace these days?” NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“No. Mi; Eastbridge was the one w'ho invited me to the presidential palace, not the crown prince,” said Frank, flipping the page on his newspaper and reading the next page.

What Wanda disliked the most wras Frank's indifference to every matter in the house. Hence, she snatched the paper from him, chiding, “All you do is read the newspaper and w'atch the news every day. Political affairs are all you care about. Can’t you make some effort to give your family some attention?”

Wanda looked furious, but her eyes were red. As she spoke, her voice even sounded choked up.