Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 111

Chapter 111 The Birthday Of Uncle Curtis Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“I knew it! I can recognize his tan skin anywhere!” Kristie ranted. “D*mn it. That despicable vixen is not only two timing but also seducing a man younger than her!”

Kristie couldn’t be more upset. That stupid Gray Wolf must be blind. Does he even know what a slut his girlfriend is? And yet, he thinks that she’s pretty? Bullsh*t! She’s nothing compared to me!

The longer Kristie stared at their similarly colored clothes, the more unsettled she became.

Coincidentally, a man with a chequered jacket tied to his waist walked past her. Grabbing onto him, Kristie pulled off his jacket and stuffed some money into his hands.

“I’m buying this!”

The man was rendered speechless by her sudden action.

Thereafter, Kristie hid behind a pillar to bide her time. It wasn’t until Rayna left for the ladies that she strutted gloriously up to James.

James, who was in the midst of listening to the sales pitch, was shocked to see the salesperson being shoved aside.

Arms on hips, Kristie glared at him. “D*mn you, Gray Wolf. Why aren’t you answering my calls?”

“I’ve already quit and am no longer your bodyguard, so why should I take your calls?” Annoyed by the interruption, James nudged her aside to allow the salesperson to continue.

What luck! How did I end up running into her in a place like this?

Naturally, the salesperson didn’t dare proceed as she cordially greeted Kristie, “Ms. Winton.”

Ignoring the greeting, Kristie desperately clung to James. “Why did you quit? Did I allow it? If Mr. Tylinski didn’t pay you enough, I could make up for it!”

James suppressed the anger within him. “This isn’t about money. I quit because I had something else to do.”

“I don’t care. You’re not allowed to quit!” Stomping her feet, Kristie scoffed, “Ever since you left, there’s no one to cook for me. I feel moody all the time and can’t even focus during filming.”

“In that case, why don’t you just starve yourself to death?”

“It would be a shame for someone as pretty as me to die like that. I endeavor to live my life to its fullest potential!”

The salesperson, who had tugged her head between her shoulders, was dumbfounded.

The common knowledge that Kristie was the apple of Curtis’ eye deterred anyone from getting into an argument with her. Therefore, the salesperson was shocked by the verbal sparring that unfolded before her eyes.

Afraid that she would be caught in the crossfire, the salesperson prepared to leave discreetly. However, she had barely moved her feet when Kristie’s voice rang out above her. “Which unit is he looking at?”

Pointing at the scale model, the salesperson meekly answered, “One of the high-end residential areas along Mayfair Street.”

“How much does it cost?”

“Nine million eight hundred and sixty thousand.”

Pulling out her purse, Kristie retrieved a bank card and handed it to the salesperson. With a slight raise of her chin, she declared proudly, “Swipe this and send the purchase agreement to my condominium tomorrow.”

When it dawned upon him what was going on, James grabbed her hand. “What are you doing?”

“Buying you the house!” Kristie added, “You like the unit, don’t you? I’m buying it for you.”

“I can pay for it myself. I don’t need you to do this!” The sullen look on his face was evidence that he was humiliated by her gesture. “Take back your card.”

When she failed to struggle free from his grasp, Kristie used her other hand to pass her card to the salesperson as she barked, “What are you still standing there for? Get it done at once!”

Upon receiving the card, the salesperson swiftly slipped away.

Just like a vixen, the smug-looking Kristie even stuck out her tongue at James. “Now that you owe me nine million eight hundred and sixty thousand, you have to work as my bodyguard to pay off the debt. Otherwise, I’m going to sue you for it!”

James was stumped for words, for this was the first time in his life he encountered such an unreasonable girl.

Irritated by the sight of his short-sleeve shirt, Kristie shoved the jacket in his direction. “That shirt is ugly. Put this on!”

“Why should I? It isn’t dirty.”

Without any hesitation, Kristie grabbed the orange juice a passerby was holding. No sooner had she stuffed some cash over than she spilled the drink over James’ shirt. “It is now.”

F*ck!

James had no choice but to give in.

After he changed into the chequered shirt in a quiet corner, the satisfied Kristie stuffed her bag into his arms. “Let’s go. I still have an advertisement to film!”

“Go ahead. I’m waiting for someone.”

“I don’t care!” Kristie snapped. The last person she wanted to see was Rayna. Grabbing James by his sleeve, she began to tug him along. “Just send her a message.”

Unable to hit nor scold Kristie, James resigned himself to obeying her and dropped Rayna a message.

After Kristie and he left the building, Rayna emerged from the ladies to feel her phone vibrate. Upon checking it, she saw James’ message informing her that something had come up in school.

Without giving the matter too much thought, she returned to the salesperson and instructed, “I’ll take the unit you showed us just now. Here, swipe this card.”

The salesperson was dumbfounded.

What am I supposed to say? Should I tell her that the unit she had her eye on was bought by Ms. Winton and presented to her boyfriend? There’s no way those words are going to leave my mouth!

Noticing the awkward expression on the salesperson’s face, she asked, “Has it already been sold?”

“Yes…”

“What a shame. I liked it very much.” The disappointed Rayna regretted not buying it. Nevertheless, she knew she would put James under a lot of pressure by doing so.

After informing the salesperson that it was no big deal, she circled around the scale model to check out the other developments. Throughout the entire time Rayna was there, the salesperson left what had transpired unsaid, despite the urge to do so.

“Ms. Garland.”

While she was scrutinizing the units, a sudden voice took her by surprise.

Turning around, she was greeted by the sight of the casually dressed Curtis. Compared to how he looked at work, he appeared more relaxed but still stood out amongst the crowd.

Sneaking a glance at the scale model behind Rayna, Curtis asked, “Are you in the market for a property?”

“Mmm-hmm, I want to get my mom a better place.” Rayna nodded. “Are you here for the same reason, Mr. Faymon?”

After a quick exchange with the salesperson beside him and sending him on his way, Curtis explained, “I’m arranging accommodation for a few of my friends who are coming back here.”

Rayna was rendered speechless.

That’s why you’re buying property? How extravagant!

Soon, the salesperson returned with a layout plan which Curtis handed to Rayna. “This development belongs to Faymon Group, so take your pick, Ms. Garland. If there’s a unit you fancy, it will be my gift to you.”

“No, no, a discount is good enough. I can’t accept a gift like that,” the shocked Rayna frantically declined upon realizing that it was a Faymon Group project. “I don’t want to be too indebted to you. It makes me feel bad.”

Breaking into a rare smile, Curtis replied warmly, “Ms. Garland, not only have you been a great help to me recently, but you also turned down the three wishes I granted you. Therefore, it’s I who owe you, and giving you a gift is the least I can do.”

“There’s no such thing. I’m just carrying out my duties as an employee of Faymon Group,” Rayna explained. “If you’re adamant about giving it as a gift, I would rather not purchase a unit here.”

“Fine, a discount it is.” Curtis didn’t insist.

After dismissing the salesperson, he accompanied Rayna attentively to survey the units that caught her eye on the scale model.

Sensing the good mood he was in, Rayna asked out of curiosity, “Mr. Faymon, did something wonderful happen recently?”

“No, it’s just my birthday today,” Curtis replied in a gentle tone, beaming with his eyes. “I’ve invited a few friends out to discuss business and celebrate my birthday at the same time.”

The answer stunned Rayna.

Today is Uncle Curtis’ birthday? His thirtieth birthday?