[Take good care of Raine.]
Mason Sullivan was fuming, [Of course I’ll take care of my Raine, no need for you to worry!]
Leon Grant just laughed off the reply and put his phone down to go back to work.
Mason didn’t continue to pay her any attention. Instead, Jonas Hawthorne ca to his mind.
In his opinion, Raine had only known Leon Grant for maybe two months, but Jonas Hawthorne was a totally different matter...
Raine used to like Jonas Hawthorne so much, she even carried his child.
Even though he knew it was kinda wrong, Mason couldn’t help but snoop through Raine Sinclair and Jonas Hawthorne’s chat history.
Only to find... absolutely nothing there...
Must’ve been deleted.
Damn, he was so curious—what did Raine and Jonas talk about?
As he was stewing over this, suddenly Raine Sinclair’s voice ca from behind him, "Mason, what are you hiding there by yourself?"
"Huh?" Mason jumped in fright, hurriedly got up and turned around, but his finger accidentally hit the phone screen just in ti, and sohow he opened up the sticker nu, and sent two of them by mistake...
"You’re still looking at the news?" Raine walked over while seeing him ssing with her phone, so she strode over to take it back.
She’d been feeling like she was missing sothing in her hand—turns out her phone was gone.
Nowadays, going out without your cell phone is like having no sense of security at all!
"Uh... I was just checking..." Mason was scrambling for an excuse as he glanced at the phone, only to see that those two ssages had already been sent to Jonas Hawthorne!!
His eyes went wide. His first instinct was to hit ’recall’!
But Raine was already coming toward him—there was no ti to delete!
What to do, what to do?
At the very last second, Mason had a crazy idea—he leaned to the side, hand slipped, and with an "ah" tossed Raine’s phone straight into the ocean.
"Oh no! My hand slipped! God, what do we do now?!"
Raine Sinclair saw this just as it happened, her expression instantly changed and she froze in place.
They were already near international waters—retrieving a phone that fell into the sea was like fishing for a needle in the ocean.
So... her phone’s really gone?
And everything in it?
Her mind raced with the thought of having to get a new phone, relearn everything, collect all her data again—Raine just wanted to kill the man in front of her!!
Mason could feel the murderous vibe radiating from Raine, his eyes dodging, face scrunched up in embarrassnt.
"Y-y-you, wait, don’t get mad! Listen to , I’ll buy you ten new phones! No, a hundred! All the latest models, okay?!"
At this point, sincerity was all he could offer!
Mason never would have thought that just opening Jonas Hawthorne’s chat out of curiosity would lead to this insane chain of events?!
No way to explain it...
Honestly, maybe it was better for the phone to be lost; at least Raine wouldn’t see that he’d sent those two ssages to Jonas, one of them even being a flying kiss. She’d definitely murder him!!
How was he supposed to know girls’ stickers were so adorable?!
Raine Sinclair was still lost in the sorrow of losing her beloved phone!
"Ma...son... Sullivan!" Her face was instantly covered in frosty rage as she practically spit his na through gritted teeth!
Mason was suddenly in panic mode, bolting behind William Jennings for cover, "Grandpa, save !"
"No one can save you today, ah!!"
Raine Sinclair charged after him—she really could have torn him to shreds right then and there!!
anwhile—
Jonas Hawthorne was in a eting when his phone, lying casually on the conference table, suddenly lit up.
It was a notification for two new WeChat ssages.
He usually didn’t check ssages while working, but for so reason glanced over—and saw Raine Sinclair was the sender.
For her, regardless if it was WeChat or his contact list, he always kept her na as the full thing.
Raine used to complain that he was too stiff, even tried to follow online tips to get him to change it to "baby" or "darling," but Jonas wouldn’t budge, not once in three years. If he said no, it was no.
Eventually, she gave up.
Even after the divorce, her "operation nickna-change" was still a failure.
What she didn’t realize was, even though Jonas never changed her nickna, whenever she ssaged, he always prioritized checking her texts—whether he replied or not.
Everyone has their habits and ways of dealing with things.
So people sweet-talk all day, but won’t do a single thing for you.
Others don’t say much, but would go through hell or high water for you.
It’d taken Raine a long ti to figure out how unpredictable the human heart could be.
Right now, Jonas Hawthorne’s brows were furrowed as he opened their WeChat chat.
The last ssage between him and Raine was before the divorce—Raine asking when he’d be ho.
He didn’t reply. He called instead.
Then ca the divorce, and they never chatted on WeChat again.
Until now—these two new ssages from her.
Still wondering why she’d suddenly ssage, he saw: two adorable stickers.
The first: soone being beaten up.
The second... was a flying kiss?
Jonas was montarily stunned.
Thinking back to all their past conflicts, he couldn’t figure out what Raine ant by sending these two stickers.
A getting-beaten sticker, okay, that made sense...
But the flying kiss...
To be honest, even the ever-composed Jonas was off-balance for a mont.
He totally had no clue what that woman was thinking.
Hadn’t she already accepted Leon Grant’s proposal?
So why was she...
anwhile, the eting was still ongoing.
The CFO was giving a detailed report of last quarter’s accounts, everyone sitting upright and attentive. With Jonas Hawthorne present, no one dared slack off.
When the CFO finished, he looked to Jonas, but found Mr. Hawthorne was just staring at his phone, lost in thought.
All the execs on either side glanced over, curious. What was up with Mr. Hawthorne?
After waiting a while with no reaction, the CFO had to nervously prompt, "Mr. Hawthorne?"
That snapped Jonas back to reality.
"Mm, that’s all for today’s eting," he said, cool and clipped, then got up and left the conference room.
The rest of the group was completely baffled—no one knew what was going on!
And of course Jonas wasn’t about to explain. His mind was filled with thoughts of Raine’s two ssages—who cared about the eting content right now?!
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