Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 659

It was not a far journey toward Shvomhid Mountain. After a six-hour ride. Rayna and Curtis reached the foot of Shvomhid Mountain.

When Rayna sensed the car engine had been turned off. she asked, “Are we here?”

“We are,” Curtis answered before glancing outside. From their spot, they could see mist shrouding Shvomhid Mountain, making it seem like a land of fantasy.

In the next second, the man reached out to grab the jacket at the side. After unbuckling liis and Rayna's safety belts, he opened the door and stepped out of the car.

“It’s cold on the mountain, so put on this jacket.” By the time they arrived at Shvomhid Mountain, it was already evening. Moreover, they were in the mountains, so the temperature there was lower than the temperature in the city.

Rayna reached out for the jacket. Only after putting it on did she realize it was a lightweight down jacket. “It's not winter yet.”

“It's very cold at the peak of Shvomhid Mountain. It'll be more suitable to wear this.” After Curtis zipped up the jacket for Rayna, he held her hand and went up the stairs with her.

“Did you bring yours?” Rayna asked as she hooked her aim around the man's aim. When she touched him, she found out that he was only wearing a normal suit—he was not wearing anything thick like the down jacket she had.

Right then, Robin, who was behind them, uttered, “Mis. Faymon. Mr. Faymon's jacket is with me.”

“That's good to hear.” Rayna relaxed after that and continued her way up the mountain with Curtis while Robin followed them.

When Jeremy came down the stairs with a laptop in his hand, he spotted Theodore searching for something on the computer. “Theodore, what are you doing?”

“I'm checking Shvomhid Mountain's terrain.” Theodore changed the map of Shvomhid Mountain back to its original three- dimensional model before compressing it and sending it to Curtis. “Curtis has brought Rayna to Shvomhid Mountain. There's an old traditional medicine doctor there. Curtis is hoping he can ask him to check the condition of Rayna's eyes and get a prescription from him.”

Right as Theodore said that. Janies entered with an umbrella. Wlien he heard Theodore saying that Curtis had brought Rayna to Shvomhid Mountain, he kept his umbrella, put it aside, and strode toward Theodore. “Curtis and my sister went to Shvomhid Mountain?”

“Yes.” Jeremy glanced at Janies. “Did Rayna not tell you about it?”

“She didn't,” Janies replied. Belatedly, he thought of his mother and his other sister. Roxanne, and he said. “Let me make a call first.” With that, he turned to walk up the stairs, but Theodore reminded him, “If Rayna didn't tell you about it, it means that she doesn't think there's much hope to this plan. That's why she kept it a secret. If you tell your mother and sister about it, you might end up frightening your mother instead.”

Theodore's words dismissed Janies' plan immediately. “But I'm worried about her being at Shvomhid Mountain.”

“Don't worry and just think about the positive outcomes,” Theodore said. He knew’ what Janies was worried about, but the only thing they could do was wait. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

In the meantime, at Yartran.

After Jovan wroke up, he walked over to the balcony, still in liis pajamas. Then, he stepped on a white envelope that was lying on the floor.

After picking it up, the man cast a glance at the locked wrindowr and frowned.

Wlien Jovan walked back to liis bedroom, he lifted his hand to tap on liis Bluetooth device. “Get Eckard Sears to come in for a bit.”

With that. Jovan ended the call.

Still holding onto the envelope, Jovan walked over to sit on the couch before putting it on the coffee table. After taking a fewr sips from the wine glass on the table, he looked back at the envelope.

“Mr. Jovan, what can I help you with?” Eckard Seal’s was the person in charge of the presidential palace's security system, so he rarely interacted with Jovan.

Yet, he had received a call from the butler, saying that Jovan was looking for him. Eckard could not help but feel anxious about it.

Crossing liis leg, Jovan leaned back on the couch and asked Eckard. “Did someone come to the presidential palace today?”

“No,” Eckard answered confidently.

Jovan narrowed his eyes upon hearing Eckard's answer. His eyes flicked toward the glass in his hand before he asked again, “Who's on the shift fiom last night until this morning?”

“It's Hogan Wolk,” Eckard replied.

“Ask him to come and see me.”

Five minutes later, the butler brought Hogan to Jovan.

After a brief study of Hogan, Jovan asked, “Were you in charge of the presidential palace's security fi om last night until this morning?”

“Yes, Mr. Jovan,” Hogan replied, straightening his back. He was a tall man, so his action made him look even more energetic.

“I found this on the balcony today.” As Jovan said that, he passed an envelope to Eckard and Hogan. “Look into this and give me an answer before lunch.”

Both Eckard and Hogan's hearts lurched when they heard Jovan's words.

To their surprise, right as they were fearfully waiting for Jovan to question them about the envelope, Jovan only instructed them to find out where the envelope came from and how it was delivered to the presidential palace within a limited time frame.

“I'll work on it right away,” Eckard answered. Then, he gave Hogan a long look.

Instead of questioning the two men further, Jovan waved liis hands dismissively.

After Eckard and Hogan were gone. Jovan stared at the envelope. Once he downed liis wine, he picked up the envelope and walked over to the study to pull open the drawer. As it turned out, there were several white envelopes in liis drawers that were all unopened.

Jovan put the new envelope in and locked the drawer. It was only then he left the bedroom and went into the bathroom.

At Beryl Pavilion in Noiwal City.

“Sir, when is Thibault going to come?” The chefs were all waiting for Thibault to come and prepare the Kagan family's banquet menu. Yet, they ended up waiting fi om morning to noon, only to see no signs

of Thibault around.

The hotel manager was calling Thibault again and again, but alas, no one responded.

“Get Adrienne here. She was the one who introduced Thibault here, but now... God...” the hotel manager said to the staff, panicking and pacing in anxiousness. “Do everything you can do first. Let's leave aside the signature dishes for now.”

Right as those words were out of the manager's mouth, the chefs began busying away. The staff in the kitchen then summoned Adrienne. By then, the hotel manager was already downright livid. The moment he saw Adrienne, he began shouting at her. “Look at wdiat kind of person you've brought here. It's Old Mr. Kagan's birthday banquet today! What is Thibault doing at a time like this? Did he just vanish into thin air?”

At the sight of the manager's red face. Adrienne furrowed her brows and enunciated, “Thibault injured his hand. It's not as if you don't know about that.”

Hearing that, the manager's expression darkened. “What are you trying to say? Are you saying that this is my fault?”

“You were the one wrho insisted Thibault wrork on this banquet. It's not like Thibault did not tell you about this!” Adrienne was not a doormat. Excluding Thibault, wdio she could never quite manage to gain an upper hand over, there was no one wrho she could not handle.