After all, she knew all too well that the man was merely consoling her.
Upon seeing her all downcast through the rearview mirror, Curtis frowned. Unwilling to see her crestfallen, he was just about to speak when his phone beside the gear selector rang.
He was driving and had no way of picking up the phone. Therefore, he connected the call to the car’s Bluetooth system before answering it.
“What is it?”
On the other end of the phone, Gabriel reported, “Mr. Faymon, Gianna has been found and escorted back to Norwal City, so I instantly called you. Do you want to meet her, Mr. Faymon?”
The sound from the Bluetooth system was loud, so Rayna heard it as well.
She was stupefied at first. When she registered the meaning of those words, she lunged forward and raised her voice. “Where is she?”
Swiftly reducing the speed of the car, Curtis glanced back over his shoulder and shot her an admonishing look. Nonetheless, he couldn’t bring himself to remonstrate her. “He can hear you just fine. Why did you launch yourself forward? Sit properly.”
Intimidated by the warning look in his eyes, Rayna had no choice but to move back begrudgingly. Craning her neck, she continued asking, “Speak up, Mr. Tylinski. Where is she? We’ll go over right away.”
“Oh, Mr. Faymon, I didn’t know you’re currently with Mrs. Faymon.” Gabriel gathered his wits and divulged at once, “We’re at Mr. Lopez’s clubhouse, Mrs. Faymon.”
Rayna’s heart skipped a beat. Gritting her teeth, she barked, “Why are you calling me Mrs. Faymon? You’ve lost your mind, Mr. Tylinski—”
Before she could finish her tirade, Curtis had already hung up the phone.
Rayna said nothing further.
When the car arrived at the clubhouse, she eagerly swung open the door and alighted no sooner had the vehicle come to a stop.
Leaving Curtis behind her, she hurried up the stairs and entered the clubhouse. The moment she spotted a server, she asked, “Which room is Mr. Tylinski in? Quick, bring me there!”
She was so agitated that the server jumped in fright.
By then, Curtis had already caught up to her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he surreptitiously pulled her into his embrace so that she could lean against him if she got tired. “Calm down first. She won’t be able to escape when she’s already been captured.”
“Shut up!” Rayna shot him a glare before she repeated her question and compelled the server to bring her there.
Having been brought to the private room, she caught sight of Gabriel the instant she stepped in. The latter was speaking to a man. There was also another woman in a wheelchair, bound tightly with ropes.
The disheveled woman in the wheelchair jerked her head up and swung her gaze at the door.
“I thought Wyatt had arrived. Unexpectedly, it’s you.” Training her eyes on Rayna, Gianna flashed her a baleful smile. Her face and lips were deathly pale, her contorted face frightful.
Rayna shook off Curtis’ hand and stalked over to the woman with a grim expression. Lifting her hand, she slapped Gianna hard across the face.
Her palm landed crisply on Gianna’s cheeks seven or eight times successively, alternating between both sides.
She exerted all her strength without an ounce of mercy. Gianna’s head rocked from side to side, and blood oozed out the corner of her mouth.
Despite the excruciating pain, she didn’t even make a single peep. She raised her head again and eyed Rayna, grinning sinisterly.
The force of the slaps had turned Rayna’s palm numb.
Fisting and loosening her fingers to dispel the feeling, she questioned Gianna icily, “Was it you who orchestrated the deaths of Jessica’s uncle and aunt before framing it on Wyatt?”
Rayna regained her composure and leaned toward Gianna. “You’re a model with no power or influence, so you don’t have the capability to orchestrate all this. Who exactly is helping you?”
“Indeed, someone is helping me. Without her, I wouldn’t have been able to take my revenge. But why should I tell you her identity when I owe her a debt of gratitude?” Gianna tilted her head and regarded Rayna provocatively.
Rayna’s eyes were fixated on her. “Are you not afraid of death?”
As though having heard the greatest joke of the century, Gianna burst into raucous laughter. “Haha, death? Considering my present condition, I no longer care about that!”
“Do you also no longer care about your family?”
Gianna’s pale lips turned up in a smirk, and she threw a look at the indifferent man behind Rayna.
“I recognize the man behind you. Besides, I know you’re capable of locating my family and tracing back my ancestry. Hah! I’m not afraid! Go ahead and do whatever you wish. Just kill my parents or my relatives. I don’t care! Haha… Why should I still concern myself about them when I’m going to die myself?”
Throwing her head back, she crowed uproariously, her laughter eerie. She appeared as though she feared nothing.
Such fury consumed Rayna that her hands shook, and she once again slapped Gianna hard several times.
Gianna’s face was all swollen, her features no longer discernible. She licked her blood-stained teeth before lamenting in regret, “I thought I would see Wyatt. How disappointing!”
“Oh, are you that eager to see me?” As a languid voice rang out, someone stepped into the private room.
Wyatt strolled in and stopped before Gianna.
At the sight of him, Rayna’s brows knitted together. She wanted to say something, but Curtis pulled her away.
Wyatt stood right in front of Gianna with a smile tugging on the corners of his lips. “If I don’t come and see you, I’ll disappoint you.”
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