Chapter 144: Chapter 144

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 144 Drink Rayna quietly reached toward the mahogany table and asked, “And if I say no?”

“Do you have the right to say no?” Again, Jason squeezed her neck hard and smirked coldly at her. “Do you think I’m dumb enough to believe that you became the acting CEO through ethical means?”

He then let out a harsh bark of laughter and added, “You can stop joking now. Even a graduate from a top university can only manage to become an executive. You’re just a translator who has no business making executive decisions! How the hell did you end up becoming the acting CEO?”

Jason’s eyes darkened as he let out a mocking laugh. “Curtis is a cr*pple now, so what’s the fun in staying with him? Is he even functional down there? Oh, wait. I remember now. You were married to Julian before. Not bad, Rayna. You always seem to go after the men of the Faymon family. Now tell me, who was more capable between the two of them? Julian or Curtis?”

Without saying a word, Rayna reached for the closest beer bottle and sent it crashing down onto Jason’s head.

The bottle broke, and the glass shards could be heard falling to the ground.

Jason staggered backward from the impact, feeling warm blood trickling out from the injury on his head.

Everyone stood there and watched, frozen in their spots. Nobody, including Steven, dared to move. It was not until an unknown woman screamed that Steven came back to his senses.

Steven saw that Jason was behaving like a madman, with both his hands squeezing Rayna’s neck tightly. Immediately, Steven went over and pulled Jason back. “D*mn it, Jason, have you really lost your mind? Let go! If she dies, it’ll be the end of us too!”

“Piss off!” Jason gave Steven a violent shove and yelled, “A harlot who climbs into men’s beds for profit dares use a bottle to hit me? How capable of her!”

Jason then raised a hand and slapped Rayna on the face, hard.

The slap had landed on the injured side of Rayna’s face. She felt a numbness before noticing that her wound had reopened. It hurt so much that she furrowed her brows.

“Who the hell are you calling a harlot?” hissed Rayna, aiming the broken bottle at Jason’s belly and pushing it inward threateningly. “Say it again. I dare you.”

Steven, who initially wanted to hold Jason back again, felt a chill rush down his spine.

D*mn it! I should have just sent Rayna away earlier instead of listening to Jason’s stupid idea of toying with her! Now look at this mess!

Jason glanced at the broken bottle near his abdomen and scoffed. “You want to stab me, then? Go ahead! Stab me! I want to see if you have the guts!”

As he spoke, he aimed a slap at Rayna’s face.

Steeling herself, Rayna pushed the glass into Jason’s belly.

The slap that she was waiting for did not reach her face. Instead, Jason let out a grunt as redness bloomed on his abdomen.

“Do you want to test the limits of my power, then?”

It was unclear when the doors of the room had opened, but Curtis was there in his wheelchair, staring coolly at Jason. A strong, domineering aura radiated from his very being, which struck fear into everyone present.

Jason shuddered when he heard that voice, and his heart dropped to his feet.

The broken bottle Rayna held may have seemed small, but it was still sharp enough to puncture Jason’s belly. The blood from that wound seeped into Jason’s shirt, so he hurriedly clutched his belly to stem the flow.

“C-Curtis.” Jason had suddenly lost the arrogance from before. Instead, he got up and stood aside, stuttering as he uttered a greeting.

“That’s Mr. Faymon to you,” replied Curtis.

Jason abruptly paled.

Curtis is supposed to be recuperating at the mansion. Why is he suddenly here?

Curtis pushed a button on his wheelchair and entered the room. His gaze soon landed on Rayna. When he saw how disheveled she looked and the bruises around her neck, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

“Can you walk? Do you need help?” asked Curtis.

“I’m fine.” Rayna’s voice was slightly hoarse as she struggled to get off the couch. Given the amount of alcohol she had ingested before this, she fell to the ground immediately.

Steven wanted to help, but Rayna held up a hand to stop him. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

Steven smiled meekly.

We’re screwed. Curtis is going to come for our heads.

When Rayna managed to stand, Curtis gave her blouse a cursory glance before offering her the blanket he had on his lap.

Lowering her head, Rayna took in her appearance and instantly blushed, swiftly draping the blanket over herself. She had been so focused on drinking earlier that she never paid attention to the state of her clothing. “Mr. Faymon, what brings you here?” she asked.

“Wyatt invested in this club. He was concerned that I was going to be bored at the mansion, so he asked me to come over for a bit of fun,” replied Curtis. “I then heard that you were here too, so I came to see if you needed help.”

Curtis then turned to look at Steven. “Aren’t you Mr. Hunt’s son? How do you know Rayna?”

“M-Mr. Faymon.” Steven noticed Curtis’ hawkish glare at him, which gave him the chills. With a strangled laugh, he said, “We’re celebrating a friend’s birthday. Ms. Garland dropped by to deliver a gift.”

“Is that so?”

Before Steven could nod, Rayna smiled mildly at Curtis. “That’s right. I wanted to wish his friend a happy birthday and enlist Mr.

Steven’s help in getting an appointment to meet his father because he is so busy. However, Mr. Steven was generous enough to buy me twenty-four bottles of beer. Thank you for the treat, Mr. Steven.”

Steven could feel his knees shaking.

D*mn this woman! She’s pretty but is not someone to be trifled with. She also knows how to use Curtis as a shield.

“T-This whole thing was Jason’s idea!” stammered Steven indignantly, pointing right at Jason. “He said he wanted to test Ms.

Garland’s mettle, so I... I...”

Jason’s expression fell immediately after he heard that. “Curt... No. Mr. Faymon, I was just messing around with Ms. Garland. I never thought she was going to drink all of it! I bore her no ill will!”

“Is that so? Then you weren’t the one who said all these things?” asked Rayna icily. With that, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, which was still in recording mode.

When Jason saw the phone, his face turned deathly pale.

Rayna played the recording on loudspeaker. She had managed to record everything that was said from the moment she entered the room to what everyone said, followed by Jason’s crazed rants.

Everyone looked at Curtis with bated breath, not daring to even move.

They were all doomed.

After a while, Curtis finally spoke once more. “Since everyone likes drinking so much, let me buy you all a few rounds.”

Curtis then summoned a waiter and relayed his instructions.

Two minutes later, a few waiters hauled in carts filled with vodka and red wine, filling both mahogany tables with alcohol.

Everyone looked at the table uneasily.

Drinking an excessive amount of beer would just result in vomiting and a mild hangover. However, this was hard liquor on the table. Excess consumption of this could result in alcohol poisoning.

“Mr. Faymon, I said nothing earlier,” chimed someone in the crowd shakily. “On top of that, I can’t drink vodka well.”

“I said nothing either.”

“Me neither.”

“Come now. It’s Steven’s friend’s birthday, and you all were invited. How can you not drink even a little?” tutted Curtis mildly.

“Don’t worry about the bill. I’ll cover all your expenses this evening.”

When Jason saw the hard liquor on the table, he swallowed audibly.

Vodka had an alcohol content of fifty-two percent. It would be a miracle if he survived drinking all of it. On top of that, he had an injury to his abdomen. How could he drink?

“Wait! Let me apologize to Ms. Garland. I messed up and humiliated her!” Jason trembled and looked at Curtis, saying, “Mr.

Faymon, Ms. Garland stabbed me earlier and injured me, so I can’t drink.”

“Drink. It,” said Curtis mildly, enunciating each word. Nothing could conceal the sharpness in his eyes as he pinned a glare on Jason.