Curtis couldn’t be bothered to respond.
He led Rayna away, and a pin-drop silence descended upon the private room.
Jasper scanned the surroundings and cocked a brow. “Why is everyone so quiet?”
“Um… About Ms. Garland and Mr. Faymon…” Morton stammered with fear in his eyes. “Didn’t they break up?”
Everyone could clearly see how Curtis had spoken to her affectionately and had had his arm around her when they left.
It sure as hell doesn’t look like it!
Jasper shrugged. “On the surface, yes, but who knows in reality? Mr. Faymon forbids Ms. Garland from working with me. It’s evident Mr. Faymon’s interest in Ms. Garland is far from over.”
Upon hearing those words, the rest of the men were secretly relieved that they didn’t offend Rayna in any way.
Curtis wasn’t just an outstanding young man, but one whose methods were extremely ruthless.
Despite being an adopted son of the Faymon family who started out with a small stake in Faymon Group, he managed to end up taking ownership of the entire company—a feat that was simply unprecedented.
Getting on Curtis’ nerves was the equivalent of committing suicide.
While everyone was sighing in relief, Morton was the only one who looked distraught.
He hadn’t forgotten how he had forced Rayna to drink and ended up having her throw the drink back at him. When he wanted to retaliate, Curtis’ indifferent expression made him assume that things were over between them. Yet, that did not seem to be the case.
I’m doomed!
As he left the club with her in his arms, Curtis was amused at the sight of Rayna peeling an orange while sobbing. “Those are just oranges. Why are you crying so hard over them?”
She makes it look as if someone has bullied her.
Upon arriving at the entrance, they realized it was raining cats and dogs outside.
At that moment, the waitress who had served Rayna at the restaurant came up from behind and handed Curtis two umbrellas. “Mr. Faymon, congratulations!” She wore a cheeky smile on her face as she spoke.
Congratulations?
After watching the waitress return inside, Curtis turned to look at Rayna. Wyatt’s staff must be taught a lesson. They’re such blabbermouths.
Upon spotting Gabriel’s car that had stopped by the sidewalk, Curtis opened the umbrella to shield Rayna as they scurried toward it.
When Gabriel hurriedly alighted from the car and saw a woman in Curtis’ arms, he assumed Curtis had found himself a lady after getting himself drunk.
However, he quickly realized it was Rayna upon taking a closer look.
The sight of Gabriel staring blankly at them caused Curtis to frown. “Open the damn door!”
“Oh, right!” After he frantically opened the door and watched Curtis help Rayna into the car, Gabriel felt the urge to be nosey. “Mr. Faymon, why is Ms. Garland—”
The next moment, Gabriel was cowed into silence when Curtis shot him a murderous glare.
Any more questions would mean the death of him.
Gabriel turned on the heater in the car and drove silently. Rayna, sitting in the back, didn’t say a word throughout as well. All she did was continue peeling her orange, filling the entire car with its fragrance.
Upon noticing how unrestrained she was eating them, Curtis snatched them from her hands, worried that she would overeat.
“Take a break before you continue.”
Rayna threw him a glance. She could feel the repressed frustration swell up within her. The very next second, she burst into tears. “I just feel like having them. I-It’s not like I refuse to pay you for it.” She retrieved her purse and grabbed a wad of cash. “Is this enough?”
Feeling helpless against her tendency to cry at a moment’s notice, Curtis replied, “I didn’t say you need to pay. I just wanted you to take a break so that you don’t die from overeating.”
Rayna gave him a teary-eyed look. “Are you cursing me?”
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