Dear Sweetheart novel

Chapter 311 Disclaiming His Inheritance

“Very impressive, Wyatt!” Rayna teased. “You should invite all of your ex-girlfriends to your wedding!

That’d be so much fun!”

“All right, all right. I’ve answered the question! Let’s carry on playing!” Wyatt said with a cheeky smile.

He knew how scary women could be when they were mad, so instead of setting himself against them,

he thought it wiser to change the subject and move on.

Thankfully, everyone complied, and this time around, Wyatt was the winner.

“Yes! It’s finally my turn to get back at you guys!” he shouted, excited that he now had a chance to take

revenge.

He gritted his teeth and turned to Rayna.

Hmph! I’ll never forget how Rayna made a fool of me earlier. This is my best chance to return the favor!

Despite having suspected his intentions, Rayna remained unfazed and licked her lips. “Bring it on,

then. I choose truth.”

“Are you sure about that, Rayna?” Wyatt asked, his grin becoming even more devilish by the second.

“If I chose to do a dare, you might get me to kiss one of the men in the club,” Rayna scoffed. “I know

you too well, Wyatt. Truth it is!”

“Okay. Fine by me!” Wyatt said, smirking as he stroked his chin cockily. “Well, I heard your marriage

with Julian was in name only…”

Rayna’s eyelid immediately twitched.

Wyatt, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear. “So, Rayna, where did you first get intimate with

Curtis?”

“Wyatt,” Curtis warned.

“You can’t help her, Curtis! I’ve already given Rayna a chance, and she still chose truth over dare. No

matter what, she has to answer truthfully. That’s the rule!”

Even though she could feel herself turning red with embarrassment, Rayna stopped Curtis from

intervening with a wave of her hand. “All right, I’ll answer it. Our first time was at Intercontinental.”

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“Oh…” Wyatt replied, making sure to draw out the syllable. “No wonder Curtis loves going to

Intercontinental! It holds so many special memories for him!”

Unfortunately, before he could say anything else, Curtis kicked him so hard that he almost cried out in

pain.

As payback for Wyatt’s lewd comments, winners of the following rounds made it a point to always pick

on him.

When he chose to do a dare, Rayna and the rest instructed him to dance suggestively for any random

man in the club and to tell the latter repeatedly that he was gay. If he chose to tell the truth, they’d

badger him about his first love and the worst things he had done in his life. To add insult to injury,

Jessica had also joined the others in poking fun at him.

After much torment and anguish, Wyatt was close to calling it quits.

D*mn… I’d rather offend men than women with many friends. It’s terrifying when they all work together!

The pointer on the phone started spinning again, and within seconds, the blue section under Rayna’s

finger turned red.

Having been sufficiently traumatized from his earlier ordeals, Wyatt quivered with fear. “I-I know I was

wrong, Rayna. I’ll choose to tell the truth again…”

“Look how scared you are! I didn’t say I was picking you, did I?” Rayna said with a chuckle.

Upon hearing that, Wyatt curled his lips into a grin once again. “You’re not? Ah! Thank you for letting

me off, Rayna!”

With that, Rayna locked eyes with Curtis.

“Well? What would you like me to choose, Mrs. Faymon?” the latter asked smilingly.

“We’ve been playing for more than an hour, and I’m getting tired. I don’t want to put you in a spot

either…” Rayna uttered, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Come to think of it, I’ve never heard you sing

before, Mr. Faymon. Sing something for me!”

“I agree! I’ve also never heard Curtis sing before!” Wyatt chimed in. “That said, you should probably

prepare yourself, Rayna. I doubt he’s any good at singing.”

Curtis gave a resigned sigh. “I’ve indeed never sung before. Give me another dare.”

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“No way. I want to hear you sing,” Rayna insisted before pulling Curtis up from the couch. “It doesn’t

matter even if you’re out of tune. Go on! The stage is well-equipped.”

Just then, Gabriel returned after having ended his long phone conversation. “Mr. Faymon.”

As soon as Curtis saw his grim-faced assistant, he realized the gravity of the situation and quickly

excused himself from the booth.

Once the two men had retreated to a secluded corner, Curtis asked, “All right, what’s the matter?”

“I just heard that Jefferson has given up his right to inherit the Terblanc family’s assets. The news has

even made it into Yartran’s papers, so I think it’s true.”

Curtis furrowed his brow. “Once he disclaims his inheritance, control of the Terblanc family will go to

Arnaud.”

“That’s right,” Gabriel replied with a solemn nod. “We know Arnaud has been trying to kill Jefferson on

several occasions, so now that the latter has announced the relinquishment of his inheritance, won’t he

lose favor with the other bigwigs and make himself a prime target of Arnaud?”

After pondering for a while, Curtis said, “Jefferson has had to put up with Arnaud for more than two

decades, and it also took him a great deal of effort to obtain the inheritance rights of the Terblanc

family. There’s no way he’ll give everything up so easily.”

“Mr. Faymon, what you’re saying is…”

“He must’ve struck a deal with Arnaud. Look into it. We can’t let the Terblanc family fall into Arnaud’s

hands,” Curtis instructed.

He had had a bone to pick with Arnaud ever since the latter paid a hundred million for Rayna’s

assassination, so it was no surprise that he refused to stand by and watch Arnaud take over the

Terblanc family.

More importantly, Faymon Group was expanding into the Epea market and needed to develop strong

connections. However, the fact that Epea was also the Terblanc family’s home ground meant that

Faymon Group’s future would be in jeopardy if Arnaud were in charge.

Gabriel hummed a quick acknowledgment and added, “There’s one more thing, Mr. Faymon. Jefferson

has taken the private jet and seems to be heading toward Norwal City.”

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“What? He should be returning to Yartran!” Curtis fumed.

Is he forcing me to take action?

In response, Gabriel merely shrugged and handed his phone to Curtis. “Here’s the email from

Jefferson. He said he’d return to Yartran after settling some matters in Norwal City.”

Having remembered what Rayna had said previously, Curtis decided to rein himself in. “Fine. Send

someone to keep an eye on Jefferson. Once he’s gotten his affairs in order, I want him back in Yartran

immediately.”

Ultimately, this is a fight between the brothers of the Terblanc family. I can’t let Rayna be dragged into

this mess.

“Okay!” Gabriel replied, happy that he longer needed to return to Norham. “In that case, I’ll head to

Norwal City now—”

“There’s no hurry for that,” Curtis interrupted. “Can you sing?”

“Huh?”

“Can you sing?”

“I guess I can…” Gabriel mumbled, albeit rather sheepishly. “But I’m not good at it. Do you want to hear

me sing, Mr. Faymon?”

Curtis snuck a peek at the stage before looking at his friends in the booth. Hmm… Four people should

be more than enough.

“I need you to attend an event,” he said as he beckoned Gabriel over and whispered the plan into his

ear.

Gabriel instantly paled. “Mr. Faymon, isn’t it bad enough that I’m twenty-nine and single? Why must you

still drag me on stage to perform and humor Mrs. Faymon?”

“Do you want a two million bonus at the end of the year?”

“Ah, I’ve learned to play the bass before, Mr. Faymon!” Gabriel piped up, suddenly full of vigor. “As long

as Mrs. Faymon is happy, I don’t mind playing the entire night!”

To that, Curtis merely looked on in stunned silence.

Rayna continued to wait patiently for Curtis, but to her surprise, Gabriel returned to the booth alone.

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The next second, she saw him heading to Wyatt and Theodore and whispering into their ears.

Enthusiastic as always, Wyatt laughed and nodded almost instantly. Theodore and Jasmine, however,

followed suit only after exchanging solemn glances.

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