His Precious Love

Chapter 657

“You should've told me from the very beginning.” Or the time when I took over Terblanc Group. I still don't

understand why Curtis didn't say anything.

“If you had done that, I would've told Ringo to make some adjustments to the projects there.” Rayna informed

Curtis truthfully, “I haven't officially taken part in the management of Terblanc Group. I gave Ringo complete control

over it as I didn't want you to make any wrong assumptions.”

After all, Terblanc Group is Jefferson's business. He merely left it to me.

“I understand,” he said calmly. “I admit I was not magnanimous enough on this matter.”

“Yeah,” she murmured. “Are you done with work? If so, let's head back.”

“All right. Let's go home.” Curtis stood up with his arm around Rayna. They left the office together and rode the

elevator to the underground parking lot.

When Robin saw the pair leaving, he went to the underground parking lot ahead of them to start the car and wait

for them.

...

Meanwhile, Jovan did not frequently leave the presidential palace in Yartran after Curtis brought Rayna back to

Norwal City, but he still made weekend trips to Conch Island.

No one in the entire Eastbridge family knew what had happened on the island except him and Jahan.

The last day of May was the one hundred and second birthday of Petronella, the matriarch of the Eastbridge family.

As the elderly lady did not like to make a big deal out of it, only the Eastbridge family and a few close friends were

invited to the birthday banquet.

Jahan followed his father, Silas, to the presidential palace to attend the birthday celebration.

Naturally, being Jovan's fiancée, Sheena also attended the event with her parents.

“Sheena.” She was greeted by Irina's voice as soon as she entered the hall and then saw the latter coming toward

her in a short light blue dress.

Irina stepped forward and held her wrist. “You're finally here,” she said.

“How can I miss Old Mrs. Eastbridge's birthday celebration?” Sheena gave Irina a small smile before raising her

head and looking around the living room. A hint of disappointment flashed across her eyes when she failed to find

the person she was hoping to see.

It did not go unnoticed by Irina, who nudged the other woman and informed, “My brother is here.”

As she spoke, she pointed to the person giving instructions to the housekeepers in the living room. “He's over

there.”

Sheena followed Irina's gaze and found the man who had dyed his hair black at some point. He wore a knitted

beige shirt and slacks while briefing the butlers and housekeepers of the presidential palace.

From her vantage point, she thought Jovan appeared particularly gentle that day, like the ideal gentleman from a

.

The man she was looking at was completely different than the one she remembered. Sheena had an uncanny

impression that the Jovan who had awakened from his coma was both him and yet not him.

I've always felt like there's something different about him, but I can't pinpoint what it is.

Sheena was spacing out when a housekeeper's voice rang out behind her. “Mr. Jahan, Mr. Silas.”

When she turned around after hearing it, her once warm expression suddenly turned icy at the sight of the two

men. She disliked Jahan and his father, and she could see right through their intentions.

However, she still greeted them out of politeness. “Mr. Jahan, Mr. Silas.”

“Are you here with your parents, Sheena?” Silas asked.

“Yes,” Sheena responded curtly before pointing to the couple speaking with Isaac and his wife.

Silas followed her gaze, his eyes darkening as he saw the four people conversing, and he immediately walked over

to them.

Instead of following his father after seeing that, Jahan raked his eyes over Sheena.

She was wearing a long beige dress on that day, and her short hair gave her a softer appearance than usual.

Even after she averted her look from a distance, Jahan continued to stare at her. Her initial warmth was somewhat

tempered by his seeming reluctance to speak. “What do you wish to say?” she asked.

Hearing that, he looked away from her and grinned mockingly. “I don't see the crown prince showing any care

toward you despite your attentiveness.”

The blatant sarcasm in his man's words left her feeling humiliated, and she gave him a frosty look. “That is my

private matter. It has nothing to do with you. At the very least, I'm still officially Jovan's fiancée, unlike someone who

is a 'bast*rd' known to everyone!”

Jahan instantly turned crimson with fury at her words. Just as he was about to say something, a piece of news was

reported on the TV in the living room.

The “quality” issue with Faymon Group's real estate project in Yartran was discussed in the news. The report also

featured a picture of Curtis, the CEO of Faymon Group, and indirectly brought up relevant reports about Glory

products damaging customers' faces.

“The boss of Glory seems to be the wife of Mr. Faymon of Faymon Group,” Irina muttered at the side. “Indeed, birds

of the same feather flock together!”

Sheena's gaze fell on the TV screen, her eyes calm and emotionless. After hearing Irina's words, she merely made

an innocuous remark, “It seems that Mr. Faymon's wife also has a business in Yartran.”

Her words made Isaac, who was conversing with someone, stop the conversation. He then followed the gazes of

their young people to look at the LCD screen. “How did Sheena know that Mrs. Faymon has a business in Yartran?”

He was unaware of this matter while being the president of the nation. After all, Rayna isn't a citizen of Yartran, but

the fact that she has a business here needs to be reported to the relevant government departments.

“I overheard the other ladies mentioning it in their conversation, saying that before Mrs. Faymon married the CEO

of Faymon Group, there was an aristocrat she almost married but he passed away tragically. He was previously in

charge of Terblanc Group.” No sooner had her words fallen than Jovan, who had just finished briefing the

housekeepers, walked over to the couch, picked up the remote control on the coffee table, and changed the news

channel to a music channel.

“Today is Grandma's birthday. Let's not discuss these things anymore. Wait until tomorrow to do that.” He had just

finished speaking when the butler pushed Petronella in her wheelchair downstairs. “What are you all talking about?

Did I hear Jo talking about me just now?” she asked.

The elderly lady with a full head of white hair looked at the people in the living room pleasantly. “Although today is

my birthday celebration, it's no different from a family banquet. Let's share a delightful meal tonight, and you can

talk about work tomorrow.”

Jovan approached her, took the butler's place, and pushed the elderly lady to the center of the living room.

“Grandma is right,” he said as he shared a smile with her.