Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian) novel Chapter 667

Chapter 667

Curtis examined Channing with a cold glare, and liis frosty aura flared up at those words. Upon noticing that. Robin stepped forward to address Channing, "Are you implying that Mr. Faymon is pushing the blame on the hotel?"’

Having thought that he was merely being pragmatic. Channing did not intend to anger Curtis, as the hotel was only a small establishment.

If not for its strategic location in attracting tourists with the reputation of Shvomhid Mountain, they would have closed down long ago due to the poor quality of the hotel's services.

"That's not what I meant,” Channing simpered, though he scoffed under his breath at Curtis and his men.

Seated on a couch in the hotel lobby. Curtis swept his cold gaze across the hall before turning to address his bodyguard beside him. "Find out who owns this establishment.”

"Yes. sir,” the bodyguard replied before departing.

Robin examined the list of registered visitors in the hopes of identifying Rayna's visitors at the time of her disappearance.

Half an hour later, the bodyguard brought a middle-aged woman. Phyllis, over.

Channing started forward at her arrival. "Boss."’

Phyllis glanced at him coldly before shifting her gaze to Curtis on the couch. "My apologies. Mr. Faymon. I have no idea you would grace my humble establishment with your presence.”

As she spoke, she placed herself in front of the coffee table and bowed at Curtis in apology. "Being locals of Shvomhid Mountain, my employees are not acquainted with matters of the outside world. It's expected that they do not know who you are. I hope you can overlook their rudeness and move past this.”

Channing's eyes widened. Clasping his hands nervously together, he was tongue-tied. He tried to step forward to provide his employer with an explanation on several occasions but was continually rebuffed.

"Faye, go get the footage of the secret cameras from the corridors for Mr. Faymon." Phyllis beckoned a young girl. "Remove the third brick opposite the fire hydrant on the left side of the corridor, and bring me the device in it.”

The attendant nodded before leading a coworker up the stairs with her. As ordered, she removed the memory card from the secret camera and returned to the lobby.

Via a card reader. Robin connected the memory card to liis computer before placing it before Curtis. "Here you go. Mr. Faymon.”

The secret footage revealed one bodyguard on duty outside the door at that time, and that a man in a duckbill cap entered the room. Upon liis reemergence, he brought the unconscious figure of Rayna out of the hotel.

"Zoom in here!"’ Curtis pointed at the young man dressed as the bodyguard. “I want a closer look at his face."’

The recollection of the man he had seen on the surveillance cameras flashing across his mind, he brought the phone up to make a side-by-side comparison and declared a moment later. “They are two different people. Robin."’

Having noticed the differences Curtis had picked up. Robin answered. "Indeed. While Chandler resembles the man caught on the surveillance cameras, their frames differ slightly. Besides. Chandler has a mole near his left eye. and the fellow on the surveillance footage does not.”

Curtis returned the phone to Robin and ordered. "Find out if this person is related to Chandler.”

In the meantime. Rayna heeded Jensen and did not take a single step out of the room within the beachside mansion. She waited there alone until she was starving, but Jensen was still nowhere to be seen.

Occasional noises of the traditional medicine practitioner sounded downstairs in the living room.

Rayna was sleeping soundly on the couch in the bedroom when a loud bang from downstairs startled her awake. Then came a deranged roar from the traditional medicine practitioner. “Why is this happening? It can't be. It shouldn't have been. The last bundle of herbs is gone. How could I have failed? It had worked all along. The blood parasites would be drawn out if I could just make quingot. It works. I know it does. How could I have failed? I will not fail. I will not! She is still awaiting my medicine. I will not disappoint her.”

Rayna hugged herself, terrified by his manic laughter sounding incessantly from down the stairs. Then, when she realized the possibility of the traditional medicine practitioner directing liis anger toward her. she leaped up from the couch in search of a hiding place.

A series of hurried footsteps sounded from the corridor outside the room, accompanied by the traditional medicine practitioner's mutters.

“Without serendipity grass. I cannot make the quingot. and without it. I cannot lure the parasites out. If I cannot do that. I will take them alive!” Armed with a surgical blade, the traditional medicine practitioner arrived at Rayna's bedroom. He was about to push the door open, but he found out it was locked, and it was even stranger as it was locked from the outside. Furthermore, the lock was a fingerprint scanner. The traditional medicine practitioner's eyes grew red with anger. "Jensen Morag!”