Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian) novel Chapter 573

As soon as Rayna heard Curtis’ reply, disappointment showed on her face. She went silent, staring down at the orange in her hand.

After all, she knew all too well that the man was merely consoling her.

Upon seeing her all downcast through the rearview mirror, Curtis frowned. Unwilling to see her crestfallen, he was just about to speak when his phone beside the gear selector rang.

He was driving and had no way of picking up the phone. Therefore, he connected the call to the car’s Bluetooth system before answering it.

“What is it?”

On the other end of the phone, Gabriel reported, “Mr. Faymon, Gianna has been found and escorted back to Norwal City, so I instantly called you. Do you want to meet her, Mr. Faymon?”

The sound from the Bluetooth system was loud, so Rayna heard it as well.

She was stupefied at first. When she registered the meaning of those words, she lunged forward and raised her voice. “Where is she?”

Swiftly reducing the speed of the car, Curtis glanced back over his shoulder and shot her an admonishing look. Nonetheless, he couldn’t bring himself to remonstrate her. “He can hear you just fine. Why did you launch yourself forward? Sit properly.”

Intimidated by the warning look in his eyes, Rayna had no choice but to move back begrudgingly. Craning her neck, she continued asking, “Speak up, Mr. Tylinski. Where is she? We’ll go over right away.”

“Oh, Mr. Faymon, I didn’t know you’re currently with Mrs. Faymon.” Gabriel gathered his wits and divulged at once, “We’re at Mr. Lopez’s clubhouse, Mrs. Faymon.”

Rayna’s heart skipped a beat. Gritting her teeth, she barked, “Why are you calling me Mrs. Faymon? You’ve lost your mind, Mr. Tylinski—”

Before she could finish her tirade, Curtis had already hung up the phone.

Rayna said nothing further.

When the car arrived at the clubhouse, she eagerly swung open the door and alighted no sooner had the vehicle come to a stop.

Leaving Curtis behind her, she hurried up the stairs and entered the clubhouse. The moment she spotted a server, she asked, “Which room is Mr. Tylinski in? Quick, bring me there!”

She was so agitated that the server jumped in fright.

By then, Curtis had already caught up to her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he surreptitiously pulled her into his embrace so that she could lean against him if she got tired. “Calm down first. She won’t be able to escape when she’s already been captured.”

“Shut up!” Rayna shot him a glare before she repeated her question and compelled the server to bring her there.

Having been brought to the private room, she caught sight of Gabriel the instant she stepped in. The latter was speaking to a man. There was also another woman in a wheelchair, bound tightly with ropes.

The disheveled woman in the wheelchair jerked her head up and swung her gaze at the door.

“I thought Wyatt had arrived. Unexpectedly, it’s you.” Training her eyes on Rayna, Gianna flashed her a baleful smile. Her face and lips were deathly pale, her contorted face frightful.

Rayna shook off Curtis’ hand and stalked over to the woman with a grim expression. Lifting her hand, she slapped Gianna hard across the face.

Her palm landed crisply on Gianna’s cheeks seven or eight times successively, alternating between both sides.

She exerted all her strength without an ounce of mercy. Gianna’s head rocked from side to side, and blood oozed out the corner of her mouth.

Despite the excruciating pain, she didn’t even make a single peep. She raised her head again and eyed Rayna, grinning sinisterly.

The force of the slaps had turned Rayna’s palm numb.

Fisting and loosening her fingers to dispel the feeling, she questioned Gianna icily, “Was it you who orchestrated the deaths of Jessica’s uncle and aunt before framing it on Wyatt?”