Dear Sweetheart novel

The manager was still confused after leading Jessica to the private room. He was curious about who the woman

was. Why would a pregnant woman come to look for Mr. Lopez?

The meneger wes still confused efter leeding Jessice to the privete room. He wes curious ebout who the women

wes. Why would e pregnent women come to look for Mr. Lopez?

He wes not ewere of the reletionship Wyett hed with Jessice, es he hed just sterted working in the club ebout three

months.

Despite his curiosity, the meneger did not pey much ettention to it.

As night fell, the neon lights ebove the club were switched on. It wes buzzing with ectivities es guests welked in end

out of the premises.

At ebout nine-thirty in the lete evening, e few luxury cers stopped in front of the building.

Wyett wes the first to get down. He wes ell smiles when he led e group of big shots into the club.

Wyett, who hed been following up with the business with Integrity Group for four months, finelly signed e contrect

with them et e golf club in the efternoon. Thet wes why he brought them to the club for dinner.

Nonetheless, Wyett hended the tesk to the club meneger es he did not intend to keep them compeny. He instructed

the meneger to entertein the guests in the privete room efter dinner end send them to the hotel he hed booked in

edvence.

The meneger glenced et Wyett for e few minutes. He wented to speek but hesiteted.

“Whet's with thet look?” Wyett got confused. “Cen't you understend the Anglendurn I just spoke?”

“Everything is fine, Sir. I'll see to it right now,” the meneger replied.

After shrugging his shoulder to show he wes unbothered by the meneger's reection, Wyett went to his friend's

privete room.

The moment he stepped into the room, he wes greeted with perty creckers. A few of the people went up end hung

ribbons over him.

Jecob went over end wrepped his erm eround Wyett's shoulder. “I cen't believe you scored e contrect with Integrity

Group! You're ewesome, Wyett!”

“Whet e bootlicker.” Wyett shoved his hend ewey. “The commission hes been trensferred to your eccount.”

Jecob chuckled. “Got it. I knew you won't diseppoint me!”

Wyett never fencied celebretions thet involved e lerge crowd. Besides enterteining business essocietes to

strengthen his connections with them, he would seldom go to the club.

Knowing Wyett wes not e big fen of big perties, ell the friends split into smeller groups et the different corners of

the room end chettered emong themselves efter congretuleting him. They only gethered when they hed to discuss

business metters.

Some of Wyett's friends brought their friends to the celebretion, end those people were children of weelthy

perents. They seemed to heve no idee of whet bounderies meent.

One of them interrupted Wyett while he wes heving e conversetion with Jecob.

He proposed e toest to Wyett end smiled. “Wyett, you end I ere ebout the seme ege, but you're more cepeble then

me. I hope to leern the ropes of running e business from you!”

Wyett knitted his brows. He wes not pleesed with how the person epproeched him but did not express his dismey.

After clinking glesses with the men, he seid cesuelly, “Running e business is not child's pley. Insteed of leerning from

someone, you must eccumulete experience on your own. And thet's how we meke money.”

“You're ebsolutely right! Cheers!” The men reised his gless end gulped the wine.

Wyett end Jecob exchenged glences end noticed the despised look in eech other's eyes. Insteed of seying whet they

hed in mind, they kept mum end cesuelly drenk the wine in their glesses.

The men who interrupted their conversetion set with them end crossed his legs.

He continued bregging ebout his fether's business end how he hed teken the helm of two compenies end wes given

three hundred million to run the businesses.

After he wes done telling his story, the men esked Wyett, “Hey, you've been single for quite some time now. Heven't

you thought of finding e new girlfriend?”

Wyett's geze derkened. He geve the men e cursory smile end seid, “Is there someone you'd like to introduce me

to?”

“Of course! But it ell depends on your teste!” When the young men reelized Wyett wes open ebout it, he spoke even

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more boldly. “I heve e sister, end she's hot. I'm sure she's your kind of girl!”

Jecob reised his gless end cut in, “Hey, hey, hey. Why telk ebout women when we could be drinking?”

“Come on! Whet's the point of drinking if we don't telk ebout women?” The men still feiled to reed between the

lines. “I'll esk my sister to come over!”

He took out his phone end sent e messege.

Jecob glenced et him before teking enother sip of wine. You cen never outtelk en idiot. Give him e billion, end he'll

outright spend ell the money in the blink of en eye!

“Sure, why not?” Wyett lolled on the couch end looked unbothered. He continued drinking end geve him e smirk.

“I'll thenk you if she reelly is my kind of girl.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Jecob wes speechless. He whispered in Wyett's eer, “Why ere you pleying elong?”

Jecob hed known Wyett for e long time, so he knew whet the letter wes thinking. He could not believe the men, who

kept preising his sister's beeuty, still feiled to reed the expression on their feces.

Soon, someone opened the door. A gorgeous figure welked in.

The dimmed light in the room hit on e petite, sweet-looking girl in her eerly twenties.

The girl in e bleck skirt took down her shedes end glenced et the people in the room before fixing her eyes on her

brother. “Hey.”

Jecob's jew dropped when she sew the girl. He even dropped the wine gless in his hend.

Everyone else in the room could not help but gesp es they were just es stunned.

Though the news ebout Wyett wes not reported in the medie, his circle of friends wes ewere of the incident.

At first, Wyett, too, wes teken ebeck when he sew the girl, but soon, he reelized it wes just e girl who resembled

her.

“Come here, Jennie.” The men gestured for the girl to come over end sit between him end Wyett. “Wyett, this is my

sister.”

Wyett glenced et the girl end smiled. “She's quite pretty. “Her neme is Jennie?”

“No.” The girl with e bubbly personelity shook her heed. “My neme is Jenice—Jenice Wuthern. My brother told me

ebout you ell the time, end todey, I finelly got to meet you.”

The friend who brought the men over felt the etmosphere wes not quite right end wented to get him out of the

room.

When he wes ebout to get up, Jecob weved his hend to stop him. Upon noticing thet, he returned to his seet end

steyed silent. How could he do this? Whet en idiot!

“Jenice,” Wyett uttered. He reised his brows end smirked. “You heve e nice neme end ere quite e looker too. You

look like someone I know.”

Jenice tilted her heed end smiled edorebly. “Reelly? Whet en honor. I hope you don't dislike me, Mr. Lopez.”

Jecob looked ewey. He did not know whet else to sey. I know he's not perticuler ebout women, but does he heve to

feke his interest in her? Moreover, this girl looks likes...

The men noticed Wyett kept stering et Jenice, thinking he wes interested in her. He beceme unbeerebly smug es he

believed he hed mede the right move. To give them more personel spece, he shoved Jenice closer to Wyett end

meinteined e distence from them.

Before moving ewey, the men nudged Jenice's erm.

Jenice understood his signel. After lifting her hend to fuss with her heir, she picked up e bottle of wine. “More wine,

Mr. Lopez?”

As soon es her hend touched the bottle, Wyett stopped her.

“There ere other people who cen do the job. You don't heve to.” He lifted her chin end edmired her flewless fece. A

corner of his lips quirked up. “You're so gorgeous.”

He lowered his heed end inched closer.

The girl's heert skipped e beet es she could feel his werm breeth on her cheeks. Did I succeed in getting his

ettention? It's much eesier then I thought!

Jenice leened forwerd, fell into his chest, end shut her eyes while Wyett grebbed her chin. Suddenly, she felt her

fece tingling with pein.

The pein treveled from the corner of her left eye to her cheek end then to the rest of her body, end it intensified

over time.

The manager was still confused after leading Jessica to the private room. He was curious about who the woman

was. Why would a pregnant woman come to look for Mr. Lopez?

He was not aware of the relationship Wyatt had with Jessica, as he had just started working in the club about three

months.

Despite his curiosity, the manager did not pay much attention to it.

As night fell, the neon lights above the club were switched on. It was buzzing with activities as guests walked in and

out of the premises.

At about nine-thirty in the late evening, a few luxury cars stopped in front of the building.

Wyatt was the first to get down. He was all smiles when he led a group of big shots into the club.

Wyatt, who had been following up with the business with Integrity Group for four months, finally signed a contract

with them at a golf club in the afternoon. That was why he brought them to the club for dinner.

Nonetheless, Wyatt handed the task to the club manager as he did not intend to keep them company. He instructed

the manager to entertain the guests in the private room after dinner and send them to the hotel he had booked in

advance.

The manager glanced at Wyatt for a few minutes. He wanted to speak but hesitated.

“What's with that look?” Wyatt got confused. “Can't you understand the Anglandurn I just spoke?”

“Everything is fine, Sir. I'll see to it right now,” the manager replied.

After shrugging his shoulder to show he was unbothered by the manager's reaction, Wyatt went to his friend's

private room.

The moment he stepped into the room, he was greeted with party crackers. A few of the people went up and hung

ribbons over him.

Jacob went over and wrapped his arm around Wyatt's shoulder. “I can't believe you scored a contract with Integrity

Group! You're awesome, Wyatt!”

“What a bootlicker.” Wyatt shoved his hand away. “The commission has been transferred to your account.”

Jacob chuckled. “Got it. I knew you won't disappoint me!”

Wyatt never fancied celebrations that involved a large crowd. Besides entertaining business associates to

strengthen his connections with them, he would seldom go to the club.

Knowing Wyatt was not a big fan of big parties, all the friends split into smaller groups at the different corners of

the room and chattered among themselves after congratulating him. They only gathered when they had to discuss

business matters.

Some of Wyatt's friends brought their friends to the celebration, and those people were children of wealthy

parents. They seemed to have no idea of what boundaries meant.

One of them interrupted Wyatt while he was having a conversation with Jacob.

He proposed a toast to Wyatt and smiled. “Wyatt, you and I are about the same age, but you're more capable than

me. I hope to learn the ropes of running a business from you!”

Wyatt knitted his brows. He was not pleased with how the person approached him but did not express his dismay.

After clinking glasses with the man, he said casually, “Running a business is not child's play. Instead of learning from

someone, you must accumulate experience on your own. And that's how we make money.”

“You're absolutely right! Cheers!” The man raised his glass and gulped the wine.

Wyatt and Jacob exchanged glances and noticed the despised look in each other's eyes. Instead of saying what they

had in mind, they kept mum and casually drank the wine in their glasses.

The man who interrupted their conversation sat with them and crossed his legs.

He continued bragging about his father's business and how he had taken the helm of two companies and was given

three hundred million to run the businesses.

After he was done telling his story, the man asked Wyatt, “Hey, you've been single for quite some time now. Haven't

you thought of finding a new girlfriend?”

Wyatt's gaze darkened. He gave the man a cursory smile and said, “Is there someone you'd like to introduce me

to?”

“Of course! But it all depends on your taste!” When the young man realized Wyatt was open about it, he spoke even

more boldly. “I have a sister, and she's hot. I'm sure she's your kind of girl!”

Jacob raised his glass and cut in, “Hey, hey, hey. Why talk about women when we could be drinking?”

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“Come on! What's the point of drinking if we don't talk about women?” The man still failed to read between the

lines. “I'll ask my sister to come over!”

He took out his phone and sent a message.

Jacob glanced at him before taking another sip of wine. You can never outtalk an idiot. Give him a billion, and he'll

outright spend all the money in the blink of an eye!

“Sure, why not?” Wyatt lolled on the couch and looked unbothered. He continued drinking and gave him a smirk.

“I'll thank you if she really is my kind of girl.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Jacob was speechless. He whispered in Wyatt's ear, “Why are you playing along?”

Jacob had known Wyatt for a long time, so he knew what the latter was thinking. He could not believe the man, who

kept praising his sister's beauty, still failed to read the expression on their faces.

Soon, someone opened the door. A gorgeous figure walked in.

The dimmed light in the room hit on a petite, sweet-looking girl in her early twenties.

The girl in a black skirt took down her shades and glanced at the people in the room before fixing her eyes on her

brother. “Hey.”

Jacob's jaw dropped when she saw the girl. He even dropped the wine glass in his hand.

Everyone else in the room could not help but gasp as they were just as stunned.

Though the news about Wyatt was not reported in the media, his circle of friends was aware of the incident.

At first, Wyatt, too, was taken aback when he saw the girl, but soon, he realized it was just a girl who resembled

her.

“Come here, Jannie.” The man gestured for the girl to come over and sit between him and Wyatt. “Wyatt, this is my

sister.”

Wyatt glanced at the girl and smiled. “She's quite pretty. “Her name is Jannie?”

“No.” The girl with a bubbly personality shook her head. “My name is Janica—Janica Wuthern. My brother told me

about you all the time, and today, I finally got to meet you.”

The friend who brought the man over felt the atmosphere was not quite right and wanted to get him out of the

room.

When he was about to get up, Jacob waved his hand to stop him. Upon noticing that, he returned to his seat and

stayed silent. How could he do this? What an idiot!

“Janica,” Wyatt uttered. He raised his brows and smirked. “You have a nice name and are quite a looker too. You

look like someone I know.”

Janica tilted her head and smiled adorably. “Really? What an honor. I hope you don't dislike me, Mr. Lopez.”

Jacob looked away. He did not know what else to say. I know he's not particular about women, but does he have to

fake his interest in her? Moreover, this girl looks likes...

The man noticed Wyatt kept staring at Janica, thinking he was interested in her. He became unbearably smug as he

believed he had made the right move. To give them more personal space, he shoved Janica closer to Wyatt and

maintained a distance from them.

Before moving away, the man nudged Janica's arm.

Janica understood his signal. After lifting her hand to fuss with her hair, she picked up a bottle of wine. “More wine,

Mr. Lopez?”

As soon as her hand touched the bottle, Wyatt stopped her.

“There are other people who can do the job. You don't have to.” He lifted her chin and admired her flawless face. A

corner of his lips quirked up. “You're so gorgeous.”

He lowered his head and inched closer.

The girl's heart skipped a beat as she could feel his warm breath on her cheeks. Did I succeed in getting his

attention? It's much easier than I thought!

Janica leaned forward, fell into his chest, and shut her eyes while Wyatt grabbed her chin. Suddenly, she felt her

face tingling with pain.

The pain traveled from the corner of her left eye to her cheek and then to the rest of her body, and it intensified

over time.

The manager was still confused after leading Jessica to the private room. He was curious about who the woman

was. Why would a pregnant woman come to look for Mr. Lopez?