His Precious Love

Chapter 330 Do Not Terrorize Me Like This

The plane had already taken off at that instant, so the signal had been automatically cut off. Having no

way of contacting Gabriel, Curtis could only give up.

Two hours later, the plane landed at Norwal City Airport. As soon as he exited the airport lobby and

caught sight of Gabriel, who was there to pick him up, he went straight over and questioned, “Was there

anything amiss with Rayna when she went to Hallsbay last night?”

While opening the car door for the man to get into the car, Gabriel quickly answered, “Mrs. Faymon

looked exceedingly anxious and had seemingly cried, but she wouldn’t tell me anything, merely asking

me to contact an airline to charter a plane.”

Out of worry, he told Curtis about Rayna’s trip to Hallsbay.

Judging from his expression, something must be wrong.

He stole a few glances at the man before he finally couldn’t help querying, “What happened, Mr.

Faymon?”

“She broke up with me. Have someone investigate where exactly in Hallsbay she is right now. Also,

prepare a plane, for I’m going to Hallsbay,” Curtis ordered with a dark expression on his face without

getting into the car.

Meanwhile, Gabriel was still stupefied by the man’s earliest utterance. “Mrs. Faymon… broke up with

you? Why?”

“Would I still be standing here if I f*cking knew why? Did you hear what I said earlier?” Curtis’ temper

spiked.

“Yes! I’ll have someone investigate her location immediately!” Giving his back to the man, Gabriel started

making the call. At the same time, he took out his other phone from the car and chartered a private

plane.

A few minutes later, he reported, “I’ve gotten her location. Cillian has returned from Yeringham, so I’ll

have him fly you to Hallsbay.”

That had a frown marring Curtis’ countenance. “Why is he back?”

Rubbing his face, Gabriel replied awkwardly, “He said there’s nothing in Yeringham, and it’s too much of

a torment for him to stay there.”

“Never mind! Tell him to make it fast!” Impatience and anxiety swamped Curtis.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was still exhausted to the core from the grueling meeting, he would simply

fly himself over to Hallsbay.

The two of them went to the apron to wait. Soon, the private plane arrived.

“Mr. Faymon, Gabriel,” Cillian greeted the two men, feeling a tad guilty before them, especially Curtis.

After all, he was under the latter’s employ, but he ended up switching sides midway to work for Rayna.

He initially wanted to make up an excuse and decline when he received the call from Gabriel to

accompany Curtis to Hallsbay. However, James urged him to agree, claiming it would allow them to keep

tabs on the man’s movements.

Is James not at all afraid that I’d give the game away?

Gabriel turned around, only to notice Cillian spacing out. Smacking the latter on the head, he barked,

“Stop daydreaming! Didn’t you see that Mr. Faymon has already boarded the plane? How are you going

to pilot the plane in such a state?”

Not daring to gainsay him, Cillian merely rubbed his aching head and climbed onto the plane swiftly.

The plane had auto-pilot and headed to Hallsbay according to the flight plan. Even as Cillian sat in the

front, he could sense a wealth of chilliness permeating the small cabin.

The temperature dropped significantly.

Giving a cough, he broke the silence by venturing, “Why are you going to Hallsbay, Mr. Faymon?”

All he got in response from Curtis were two words—”Shut up.”

Cillian promptly fell silent.

In no time, the private plane arrived in Hallsbay and landed on a helipad on the top floor of a particular

hotel.

The instant Cillian glimpsed the name of the hotel, he recognized it as one of the fake locations prepared

by James.

Even back when he returned to Norwal City to look for James, the latter had already infiltrated Faymon

Group’s intelligence team’s system, thereby aware of their every move. That aside, the man used the

loophole to provide them with fake information and locations.

At that thought of the man’s incredible skills, goosebumps rose all over Cillian.

He silently reminded himself, Of all people, I can’t ever offend him. He’s really too terrifying!

Since it was a fake location, the receptionist indicated that there wasn’t any woman named “Rayna

Garland” staying in the hotel for the past few days when Curtis put the question to her.

With a grim expression on his face, Curtis phoned Gabriel.

A few minutes later, he went with Cillian to the newly-investigated location in search of Rayna.

But still, he didn’t find her.

Subsequently, the entire process repeated itself all over again.

They went to three hotels consecutively, but all the receptionists denied having heard of Rayna’s name

or seen her. Some hotels even supplied them with surveillance footage.

By then, Curtis’ face had darkened frightfully, turning as black as thunder. Nonetheless, he had also

discerned something off with it all.

Beside him, Cillian was overwhelmed with unease.

Crap! What should I do now? He ended up empty-handed after all three trips, and he’s currently looking

all ominous. Will he suspect me? And was there any flaw with my acting skills?

While his heart was lodged in his throat, Curtis unexpectedly walked over to him. The sense of

oppression was so great that Cillian broke into a cold sweat and teetered on the verge of lifting his hands

in surrender, his legs trembling violently.

F*ck! Did James destroy my contract with Faymon Group?

“M-Mr. Faymon… just ask me whatever questions you have. Don’t terrorize me like this,” he stammered,

unable to hold himself together as Curtis was truly too petrifying then.

“Lend me your phone. Mine is running out of battery and won’t last the time needed for me to make a

call,” Curtis growled impatiently.

Phew! It turned out that he wants to borrow my phone!

Breathing a sigh of relief, Cillian hastily took out his phone and handed it to the man. “You should’ve said

that earlier, Mr. Faymon. You scared me so badly that I almost peed my pants. Here, use it however long

you want.”

At that, Curtis frowned and commented disdainfully, “Why are you so cowardly when you’re working for

me? How embarrassing!”

Struck speechless, Cillian silently hung his head and stood at the side.

He could vaguely hear the man seemingly giving someone a call and ordering the person to investigate

something.

Upon hearing Curtis addressing the other person as Wyatt, he jumped in fright.

Godd*mn it! Isn’t that his buddy, Wyatt Lopez? He’s also an expert in computers. Even the police ask him

for help sometimes when their intelligence system is inadequate. Is James his match?

Sweat dotted his forehead. When the man had ended the call, he made to retrieve his phone.

Alas, Curtis asserted, “Lend it to me for a while. I’m waiting for news. I’ll compensate you when we go

back. What’s the matter? Do you need it urgently?”

“N-Not at all.” Cillian retracted his hand, giving up on the notion of alerting James about the matter.

He was afraid that he would get caught by Curtis before he could even send the information out.

Thus, he could only pray that James’ computer skills were above Wyatt’s.

After receiving the text message from Wyatt, Curtis whirled around and headed out. Cillian trailed behind

him.

The two of them took a taxi to a manor in the suburbs. No sooner had they entered the house than

Cillian faintly picked up the coppery scent of blood. The space was warm, so it seemed that the people

living there had only left a while ago.

Could it be that Rayna was here previously?

He sneaked a look at Curtis before hanging his head, saying nothing.

Curtis picked up the scarf on the couch, convinced that the location was right.

He was certain Rayna had been there, for the scarf was one she had been wearing ever since returning

from Jetroina.

Also scenting the coppery smell of blood that had yet to dissipate, he grew all the more anxious. Worried

that something had happened to her, he went to look for the doctor and nurse they had tracked down

together with Cillian.

When he arrived at General Hospital, he found the doctor and showed him Rayna’s picture.

It wasn’t until after ascertaining his identity did the doctor tell him about Rayna giving him a call last night,

whereupon he went to a manor with his nurse and treated a man’s wounds.

Curtis’ pupils constricted, and he confirmed, “A man who was wounded?”

“Yes. He seemed to have been stabbed a dozen times and was severely wounded. He didn’t want the

lady to see his wounds and even covered her eyes with his hand,” the doctor elaborated, casting his

mind back to the events that transpired.

“What was his name?”

“Jefferson Hamilton, if I’m not mistaken. But judging from his features and azure eyes, I reckon he’s of

mixed blood,” the doctor answered, missing the change in Curtis’ expression.

In an effort to validate the accuracy of the information, Curtis found a photo and showed it to the doctor.

“Was this him?”

Studying the photo, the doctor stated firmly, “Yes, it was him!”

At that precise moment, Wyatt also called with the news that the manor was Jefferson’s property which

was bought some time ago.

Curtis’ gaze darkened frightfully, and his aura turned exceedingly terrifying.