Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian)
Dear Sweetheart Chapter 368

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 368

His Precious Love Chapter 368

Hearing Rayna’s remark, Ringo was filled with astonishment.

She’s simply too smart! With her help, it doesn’t seem that difficult for Jefferson to reclaim the Terblanc family’s succession rights.

The long journey from Frosa to Yartran took ten hours, and they even had to make a layover midway. Fortunately, it didn’t take them long. They would be landing in another three hours.

Rayna had been sleeping ever since she boarded the plane. For that reason, she was wide awake afte r transferring flights. Putting on headphones, she tapped on the small screen twice and ended up with a news program.

The host’s voice drifted out of the headphones. It was the 43rd World Economic Conference, whereby renowned company owners ar ound the globe would gather together to discuss economic issues and the like.

For such a program, filming rights were awarded to certain organizations or television stations. The ang les were superb, ensuring that the audience could see each person’s expression clearly.

The tall and slender man who made his appearance last had Rayna’s eyes turning red–rimmed.

At that time, she hadn’t yet made Curtis‘ acquaintance.

The man was wearing his usual polite yet shallow smile. His well– tailored suit added to his allure, rendering him mature and steady.

He pulled out a chair and sat down beside an older man.

From when he entered the place until the discussion began, he had been keeping a low profile without revealing his shrewdness.

There were many young and talented people from other countries, but they paled in comparison with hi m. It was as though they lacked his steady air no matter how much they tried to pretend otherwise.

As time passed, the atmosphere at the conference started easing. Everyone appeared to have grown l azy, whispering among themselves in groups of two or three and chatting together like friends.

The camera panned over to Curtis.

At that moment, the older man was speaking to him. He showed Curtis his passport, telling the latter th at his child had doodled on it, so he could only return to his country when his new passport was ready.

Chuckling lowly, Curtis commented, “Well, kids are all pretty naughty. It won’t take much to apply for a new passport.”

“I only had my daughter when I was forty years old, so I pamper her greatly, the older man said. “You m ust have been married long ago, yes? Do you have a kid yet?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Seriously? Are your standards too high?”

“Isn’t that only natural? After all, getting married and having kids aren’t as fun as making money.” Curtis flashed him a faint smile, seemingly unfazed.

The older man waved a hand in disagreement. “Don’t think that way. I thought the same back then, but I later discovered that things seemed meaningless when I’d played the field, built my company, and made a fortune. In life, other than self– happiness, having a child and seeing him or her grow up is also a joy.”

Curtis massaged his temples. “This is an economic conference, Mr. Buffett.”

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“Anyone would be tired when this conference has gone for such a long time, the older man countered. Noticing that the camera was focused on them, he smilingly leaned close to the camera and waved bef ore putting on a public display of affection. “Do you see me, Darling? I’ll be going back when I’ve gotten my new passport. Has our baby been good? Did he kick you?”

Laughter came from the other side, seemingly coming from the cameraman.

Curtis leaned back, leaving only half his body within the camera frame. “All this might end up broadcasted, Mr. Buffett.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind it. This conference is only once in three years, and everyone will forget about me in no time.”

At the sight of the exasperated expression on Curtis‘ face when he finally entered the camera range, R ayna burst into giggles. He seemed to be lamenting his choice of sitting beside a chatterbox when choo sing his seat.

And here I thought that all the big shots attending the World Economic Conference would be rigid and s olemn!

Shortly after, the conference ended, and all the participants left one by one. The cameraman châsed aft er some of them and inquired about their opinion, Curtis included.

Watching as the man answered the questions calmly, Rayna lifted her hand dazedly and outlined his fe atures through the screen, her heart twisting in agony.

I miss you so much, Curtis.

By the time the plane landed in Yartran, it was already seven o’clock in the evening.

Ringo had long since contacted some men and ordered them to wait at the airport. After exiting the lobby, he protected Jefferson and Rayna as they got into the car.

Rayna felt as though she was in a spy film.

She couldn’t help advising, “You don’t need to be so anxious. Arnaud won’t dare do anything now that we’re in Yartran. You’re making me edgy as well.”

Jefferson shot Ringo a glare. “Such is his nature. He’s all relaxed when he should be worried but all an xious when things are fine. As punishment, let’s not give him any dinner tonight.”

Words eluded Ringo.

The car sped along the road, and they soon arrived at the city center of Yartran. They continued headin g south, upon which a grand and luxurious manor gradually came into view before Rayna’s eyes.

Even when she was dating Jefferson in the past, she had never been to his house. But this time, she was here.

The architectural features of each country were different. The Faymon residence gave off an ancient an d stately feeling, whereas the Terblanc residence gave one a feeling of having gone back in time to the Renaissance era.

The manor was huge, and they only arrived at the parking lot after a few minutes.

Jefferson was the first to alight from the car. When Rayna had climbed out, he took her hand to take a c able

car.

Ringo went with them and stated, “I’ve informed Old Mr. Terblanc about your return, Sir. He pushed bac k everything on hand and returned home early to await your arrival.”

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“Got it,” Jefferson replied mildly, his face devoid of expression.

Rayna grasped his hand. “You have to act natural in front of your father, Jefferson. We want to reclaim t he Terblanc family’s succession rights, so we still need to rely on his favor for you.”

Jefferson put his resentment away. “Okay.”

When they reached the main wing, the housekeeper opened the door before ushering Rayna and the o thers into the house.

The main wing occupied a vast area, so the living room was exceedingly spacious. Stepping into the ho to have no end in sight.

All the people, furniture, and decorations there exuded an elegant air.

Jefferson had been holding Rayna’s hand in hopes of banishing her anxiety. Nonetheless, the various trials and tribulations of the past had already tempered Rayna to develop some poise. Her amazement toward the manor remained inwa

After they entered the living room, a robust

man promptly strode toward them.

The man had blond hair and blue eyes, bearing some resemblance to Jefferson in terms of countenance, tall and handsome. Despite wearing casual clothes, he was still elegant and regal, giving off a condescending air.

“Calbert, my son!” Boniel was over the moon to see Jefferson and he came over to hug him.

Jefferson stiffened, but he swiftly relaxed.

“Dad,” he greeted.

Boniel looked him up and down, his brows creasing together. “Why have you lost weight? Were things d

Ringo hastily hung his head,

“I merely caught a cold recently and hadn’t much appetite,” Jefferson fibbed. In the next moment, he wrapped an arm around Rayna. “Dad, this is my girlfriend, Rayna Garland. She accompanie

Rayna’s heart jolted, and she snapped her head over to gape at him.

I promised to come here with him, but I didn’t say that I’m going to act as his girlfriend. Couldn’t he have

As though sensing her gaze, Jefferson leaned close to her and explained in a whisper, “It’s just for show knows that you’re my girlfriend, no one will dare disrespect you or make a move against you.”

Rayna pressed her lips into a thin line.

Boniel swung his eyes at Rayna, his gaze sharp.

He scrutinized her for a long while as though trying to recall something. “You look familiar. Where have I

After composing herself, Rayna flashed him a smile. “In a photo, likely. I once dated Calbert in the past,

Boniel’s face abruptly darkened, and his voice turned icy. “You were the woman who sent my son to prison?”

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