His Precious Love

Chapter 615

As soon as the young man said that, Curtis, who sat at the head of the table, slowly opened his eyes and glared at

the young man sharply. “Then what do you suggest to resolve this crisis, Mr. Jameson?”

The young man hummed in his deep voice and tapped on the table.

Then, he pondered it before he replied, “I think the construction unit is responsible too. The non-compliance with

construction specifications on the earthwork of the pit wall is another reason leading to this tragedy.”

“Who drafted the tender document for the construction unit this time?” Bruno, a long-time shareholder of Faymon

Group, grasped the main point and asked.

“During the tender drafting, our department had done a thorough check of the construction unit. There weren't any

problems,” Hayden said confidently. His gaze traveled from Bruno to Curtis. “Mr. Faymon, I promise there's nothing

wrong with the construction unit.”

“Mr. Farwell, you can't judge everything on the surface. Jupiter Builders is famous in Yartran, but their base is too

far from Chanaea.” Mason chuckled before rubbing his nose. He raised his eyebrow and looked at Hayden. “Mr.

Farwell, everyone makes mistakes. It's normal for you to make a mistake while drafting the tender.”

“Mason Quinlan, don't think of pushing the blame on me. You have relatives at Jupiter Builders too. Don't expect

that I wouldn't know about that!” Hayden got angry when he heard Mason's words that implied a different meaning.

“During the tender review, our department reviewed the tender proposal based on the company's requirements

strictly. What about your department? I think Jupiter Builders has given you a handsome reward!” continued Mason.

“Mason, stop trying to slander me!” Hayden yelled as he heard Mason expose his identity. His face turned pale, and

he kept stealing glances at Curtis. “Mr. Faymon, don't listen to Mr. Quinlan's nonsense. I admit I have relatives at

Jupiter Builders, but they're just workers. They don't hold any position at the company.”

The tension in the conference room had thickened and reached its peak.

Each department started to push the blame on one another. None of them wanted to admit that they made

mistakes in the project at Yartran.

Among all the shareholders, a young man wearing a brown jacket with light gray hair watched the situation unfold

with crossed arms. He raised his eyebrows before staring at Curtis inquisitively.

“Have you all argued enough?” The calm and collected young man had endured twenty minutes of argument

between the managers of the related departments. His expression darkened as his glance swept past everyone.

“The goal of today's meeting is for you to determine the reason and come up with a solution, but since the meeting

started, you've been arguing and pushing the blame on one another for the past twenty-five minutes.”

The young man's voice was low, but it was not hard to detect anger resonating through it. “Has Faymon Group

been too kind to all of you? Hm?”

The managers of the departments sitting at the table immediately turned pale when the young man said that.

Indeed, things had been smooth sailing at Faymon Group recently. That caused many of the department managers

to start slacking off.

Did Curtis know about it? Of course, he did.

Hence, he decided to take advantage of the landslide incident at the real estate project of Yartran to make some

personnel adjustments. “Three days. I'll give you all three days to investigate the reason behind the landslide. Send

me a detailed report after that.”

Curtis closed the file and placed it aside before leaving the conference room.

“Mr. Faymon, Mrs. Faymon called you just now.” Robin hurried over to greet Curtis when he saw him exit. “She said

she'll be home late tonight and that you don't need to wait for her to have dinner together.”

Upon hearing that, Curtis' expression darkened even more. “Did she say what she was going to do?”

“No.” Robin carefully stole a glance at Curtis' expression and noticed the displeasure. He then said, “However, when

she phoned, I heard someone in the background mention a Beryl Pavilion.”

Beryl Pavilion?

Beryl Pavilion was a new restaurant that recently opened in Norwal City. It was famous among the upper circle of

aristocrats. That was because Beryl Pavilion served dishes of premium quality, and the chef had previously worked

for Isaac.

When Curtis returned to his office, he noticed the dozens of missed calls and a message from Rayna.

The message was short and straightforward as it wrote: I'll be home late. Please don't wait for me to have dinner.

It was only to notify him, but it did not explain why she was going to be home late nor why she was going to Beryl

Pavilion.

He held his phone in one hand and took his car keys from the drawer. He then gave some orders to Robin before

leaving the office.

In a private room at Beryl Pavilion, Rayna sat alone. On the table was a takeaway box, and inside was her favorite—

fish and chips.

That day, when she met up with Kristie and Jasmine, Kristie used an application on her phone to order food for the

place of their gathering. Initially, they would only have a few drinks and snacks, but she did not expect Kristie to

have ordered fish and chips. They tasted exactly like the ones Jefferson used to make, which caused her to be

suspicious.

She thought of visiting the newly opened Beryl Pavilion to see who the chef was.

“Mrs. Faymon, I'm truly sorry, but our head chef is not feeling well today. Please—” The manager of the VIP private

room at the restaurant pushed the door open and felt troubled to see Rayna still sitting there.

“He's not feeling well? Or is it because he doesn't want to meet me?” Rayna was not stupid. She knew the chef of

Beryl Pavilion did not want to meet her.

“Um...” The manager was also troubled but could not force the chef to come. After all, Beryl Pavilion became

famous because of him.

“This is my contact number. Please give it to the head chef. If he wants to meet me, have him call this number.”

Rayna gave her assistant's number before picking up the takeaway box and leaving the private room.

After leaving the private room, she walked down the long hallway and looked outside the window to see that it was

already dark outside.

Rayna looked down at the takeaway box in her hands and sighed. She then walked toward a nearby trashcan and

threw the box inside.

“Mr. Faymon.” Rayna took out a wet wipe to clean her hands when she heard someone say that.

Curtis? Why is he here?

Rayna quickly wiped her hands and made her way toward the voice that called out that name.

“Which private room is my wife in?” Curtis stared at the manager sharply, causing a shiver up the latter's spine.

The manager of the restaurant was also an observant person. He could sense that Curtis was not in a good mood

that day.