His Precious Love novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 A Chance

Rayna rode the mountain bike at breakneck speed, arriving at the hotel with five minutes to spare.

She strode briskly toward the entrance while trying to make herself look presentable, but a receptionist informed her that Owen and his entourage had already left.

“Darn it!” hissed Rayna as she dumped her bag on the front desk.

I borrowed some kid’s bike to hurry my ass over here, but they left already?

Are they toying with me?

After taking a few breaths, Rayna decided to give Owen a call.

“Ms. Garland.”

“Are you busy, Mr. Hunt?” The person on the line was not Owen himself. Rayna frowned but suppressed her temper and said, “I arrived at the hotel on time, but the receptionist said that Mr. Hunt has left the premises.”

“That’s right, Mr. Hunt had to hurry off because something came up. However, he did ask us to apologize to you when you called, Ms. Garland. Mr. Hunt said he would treat you to a meal when he has the time.”

Rayna was fuming as she heard this, but she could only contain her anger. “That’s fine. Since Mr. Hunt is busy, I guess I’ll have to reschedule this appointment.”

“Goodbye, Ms. Garland.”

“Goodbye.”

Rayna’s face was frosty after she hung up. She gritted her teeth and muttered to herself, “Jessie is right. My brain is the problem here. It’s not like I sold my soul to Faymon Group! So why the hell am I doing this?”

She swore, thinking of just calling Curtis and calling it quits.

Rayna sat in the foyer for quite some time, looking like a woman who was out for blood.

I learned quite a bit from Curtis when I became the acting CEO of Faymon Group. I only worry that if I go elsewhere, I won’t have much of a hands-on learning experience.

Rayna eventually calmed down. She fished out her phone and dialed Naomi’s number, saying, “Ms. Gardner, please head over to the information department and do a little snooping on Steven Hunt. If you find anything, contact me.”

Since Owen was busy, she decided to go after his son instead.

Five minutes later, Rayna received an update on Steven’s schedule. He was supposed to attend a friend’s birthday party, and a few people were invited to the celebration at a high-end club. She made her way to the venue.

Coincidentally, this was the same club where she had helped Curtis negotiate for the very first time.

When Rayna alighted from the car and noticed the name of the club, her thoughts immediately went back to the incident. She had had an upset stomach and excused herself to go to the bathroom but had been cornered by Curtis asking about how things were going.

If the heavens could give her another chance, she would not have shown up that day.

Rayna then sought out the manager of the club. In her friendliest voice, she asked, “I see that it’s inconvenient to drive since it’s raining. Has Mr. Hunt arrived yet?”

“He arrived early and is currently in the private room!” The manager assumed that Rayna was a friend of Steven’s. With a smile and a bow, the manager escorted her to where Steven was.

As soon as the door to the VIP lounge was opened, the strong smell of alcohol mingling with the scent of women’s perfume immediately filled Rayna’s nostrils. The room was decorated with luxurious gold trimmings, giving the space an added element of splendor.

About twenty or so guests occupied the room; there was singing, dancing, games of dice, and drinking. It was quite a lively atmosphere.

As soon as the manager brought her there, he promptly left.

The lighting in the room was dim, which made visibility low. However, Rayna’s sharp eyes soon landed on a man with a slick backcomb. His lips were curved in a smirk, and he seemed quite relaxed.