His Precious Love novel Chapter 304

Chapter 304 Money Makes The World Go Round
Yamazaki stared at the calm and collected Curtis. “Aren’t you scared that you won’t be able to leave Jetroina?”
Curtis smiled. “I’ve never been afraid of anything, Mr. Yamazaki. Feel free to try me. However, I’d have to remind you to think this through properly. Do you want your life, or do you want your men? Have you heard about how money makes the world go round? Coincidentally, what I have most is money, and I’ll use that to sponsor the Jetroinian police to rid this country of evil forces. I’m certain they’d be delighted.”
Yamazaki continued to stare at Curtis coldly, but the look in his eyes had changed.
He had become warier.
The younger man had dared to speak such bold words to him, so it was clear that he was not just fooling around.
Right then, Yamazaki thought about how he had thrown the name card that the young woman gave to him earlier after one quick glance. He had asked them to come in because he wanted to know how they found out about Aoba Project.
The trash can was right by Yamazaki’s side, and he quickly spotted the gold foil-stamped card on top of the pile of trash.
When Yamazaki lowered his head and squinted at the card, he was shocked to see the name on it.
Chairman of Faymon Group—Curtis Faymon.
Beads of cold sweat immediately formed all over Yamazaki’s body, and he began looking at Curtis with even more fear in his eyes.
Not only was Faymon Group a prominent name in places like Norham and Pillere, but it was also well-known in Jetroina. Jetroina had two major independent businesses, and Faymon Group was the controlling stockholder.
Those two businesses were involved in various aspects of the Jetroinians’ lives, and the citizens were highly reliant on their products and services. If Faymon Group were to suddenly shut down those two businesses, the lives of the Jetroinians would certainly be in a mess, and the government would be suffering massive losses as well.
The few clubs that Yamazaki had could never compare to Faymon Group.
“My utmost apologies, Mr. Faymon.” Yamazaki bowed at Curtis and apologized sincerely. “My men have deeply troubled you and your wife. This is my fault.”
When the young man saw the sudden change in Yamazaki’s attitude, he was astounded. For a moment, he forgot about his pain. “Yama, what are you—”
“Shut up!” Yamazaki slapped him. Daily new chapters upload Only On Alaniniz(dot)com The force of the hit was brutal, for the corner of the young man’s lips started bleeding. The man started shaking like a leaf.
“Have you forgotten about my rules? How dare you go behind my back to accept money and try to murder someone? You even ended up killing seven of our men! Why don’t you shoot yourself in the heart and follow in their footsteps, huh?”
After cursing at him, Yamazaki kicked him and snapped, “Apologize to Mr. Faymon!”
The man’s hand was injured earlier, and it ached terribly. With the extra kick and slap from Yamazaki, he was frightened out of his wits. Hence, he shuffled over to Curtis to apologize to him.
However, Curtis did not want that. He took a step back and stuck one of his hands into his pocket, his gaze as icy as a glacier.
“Gabriel, the questions.”
“Yes, sir.”
Gabriel walked over to the young man and spoke in fluent Jetroinian. “Please truthfully tell us when your client came to you and how they paid you.”
“I-It was six days ago.” The tattooed young man then chanced a glance at Curtis. Perhaps having figured out that Curtis was not someone he could cross and that Yamazaki was no longer going to protect him, he spilled everything.
Gabriel listened and made notes.
Ten minutes later, he figured out what had happened and said to Curtis, “I’ve checked the bank and can confirm that Cyrus is behind this. His men are meticulous. The guy used Instagram for the contact, and he deleted his account right after the conversation. Moreover, the account was not made with his name, so we can’t get any leads from that. But the other party revealed something during the transaction. Thirty million came out from an account named ‘Suna o Kaku’ and went into this guy’s account.”
Curtis furrowed his brows. “Suna, what?”
“Oh, I meant ‘sandpainting.” Gabriel rubbed his nose. “I forgot to translate that. That’s Dorothy’s other identity. She’s been doing many things for Cyrus from the shadows.”
“Have you done all the necessary investigations?”
Gabriel inclined his head. “Everything I can find has been found, including Cyrus’ overseas company and the names of the politicians and celebrities he often comes in contact with.”
Curtis hummed in acknowledgment.
Since all these things have been looked into, it’s time for certain matters to come to an end.
Curtis then turned to Yamazaki in silence, the look in his eyes an indifferent one. However, Yamazaki understood what he meant. His face twitched for a second before he summoned a bodyguard over to him.
Gabriel moved closer to Curtis and said, “Mr. Faymon, it’ll be a bloody scene. It’s best if you don’t look at it, so please wait at the side.”
“I’ll leave this to you, then.”
It was not as if Curtis wanted to see it, anyway. Hence, he walked to the pool table and grabbed a cue stick. Right as he powdered the cue stick and aimed at the ball, a pained groan traveled into his ears.
As if he heard nothing, he jabbed the cue stick forward, causing the white ball to hit the third and the fifth ball.
The red and the blue ball went separate ways and rolled into the pockets at the side.
Jefferson’s brother, Cyrus—also known as Arnaud—was not someone Curtis was going to let off the hook, but he was going to make the ones who tried to kill Rayna pay as well.
If they had not been greedy for money, these things would not have happened.
Shortly after, Yamazaki came over. Ever since he found out who Curtis was, he no longer dared to act haughtily around him. “I’ll be sending him to the station later, and I’ll make sure he’ll never be released from jail. Is there anything else I can help you with, Mr. Faymon?”
“I want to talk to you about Aoba Project,” Curtis nonchalantly said as he gently pushed the cue stick. Another two balls rolled into the pockets.
Yamazaki peeked at the only ball left on the table—the white ball—and became more and more sure that Curtis was not someone he could afford to cross.
Even in billiards, the man was swift and observant. There was no way that he would be any less efficient in other matters, and that revelation was terrifying to Yamazaki.
With that thought in mind, Yamazaki spoke in a softer tone with a hint of reverence, “It’s just a small communications project. Mr. Faymon, if you like it, I’ll hand it over to you.”
“I’m interested in it, but I don’t wish to work on it,” Curtis said. “I heard that the chief of Aoba Project, Tezuka, used to work at IK Company. Later on, he quit the company and brought ten people to join in on this project.”
Yamazaki tentatively asked, “You mean…”
Right then, Gabriel appeared and passed Curtis a document. “Mr. Faymon, the contract.”
Handing the contract to Yamazaki, Curtis stated, “Faymon Group is taking over Aoba Project, but we’re going to let your people work on it. We’ll provide financial support until the project is completed.”
“That simple?” Yamazaki stiffened. He could not figure out what Curtis was trying to do.
If it’s simply for profits, then it will be far more efficient for Faymon Group’s elite workers to be in charge of Aoba Project instead. Why does he still want to use my men, and why is he allowing an unlimited budget?
Curtis could read Yamazaki’s mind from studying the expressions on his face, so he explained, “My men aren’t as good as Mr. Tezuka, who has come from IK Company, and I don’t plan to expand the company’s business here either.”
“I understand.” Yamazaki was no fool, and he knew what Curtis wanted. After skimming through the contract, he quickly signed it and handed the papers back.
Curtis’ tensed brows relaxed.
Hmm, not bad. He understands what I’m thinking with just a brief explanation.