His Precious Love novel Chapter 673

Chapter 672

Curtis distractedly brushed his fingers across the emerald bracelet that had a unique cool feeling to the touch. He remained lost in his thoughts for a long time until Rayna voiced, “The person who gave me this emerald bracelet was with the person who impersonated the elderly traditional medicine practitioner.”

The instant Curtis heard her statement, he was reminded of the man in the surveillance footage who looked just like Chandler.

“Rayna, do you still remember the man who came to see you at the Faymon residence back then and introduced himself as Chandler?” he asked.

“Yeah.” Rayna nodded in response before she felt that the man's words seemed to have an underlying meaning. Hence, she asked directly, “You've also discerned it? That man wasn't Chandler, right?”

“No, he wasn't,” Curtis admitted. Subsequently, he revealed, “He was among those who took you away from the hospital.”

That stunned Rayna for a moment before she reached out a hand and stroked the emerald bracelet at her wrist, muttering, “How strange, then. He conspired with that man impersonating the elderly traditional medicine practitioner and took me away, but he didn't do anything to hurt me.” That aside, he even gave me this emerald bracelet.

At that thought, she belatedly told Curtis what the man said to her when he gave her the emerald bracelet. “Oh yes, he also knew about the parasite within me. He said that this emerald bracelet can keep it calm in my body, preventing it from running wild.”

That revelation gradually opened Curtis' mind to the implication behind it.

Since the man knows about parasites and has the emerald bracelet, both point to the fact that he's from the Burke family. Furthermore, he's a carbon copy of Chandler. If they're unrelated by blood, it isn't quite possible for them to have the same facial features.

“Mmh, we'll trust him this once.” Curtis' voice was mild, and a glimmer of something unfathomable flashed across his eyes. In the driver's seat at the front, Robin looked at him through the rearview mirror, and their gazes met. The assistant then inclined his head in acknowledgment.

Meanwhile, Chandler, who was making his way back to Norwal City from another city in a minivan, wanted to alight from the vehicle when he passed by Glory in hopes of trying his luck to bump into Rayna.

Nora wanted to stop him. Unexpectedly, when Chandler opened the car door to get out of the vehicle, a motorcycle zipped past him. The motorcyclist whipped out a Sumanthovean army knife and swung it at his face.

“Watch out, Chandler!” In the minivan, Nora yanked Chandler back into the vehicle. The blade of the Sumanthovean army knife slashed the crook of his arm, and blood immediately gushed out of the bright red gash.

























“You're injured!” At the sight of the relatively deep cut on the man's arm, Nora shot out her hand to stem the constant bleeding. “Head to the hospital, quick!” she ordered the driver anxiously.

“Nora, Nora, I'm fine.” At the sight of the sheer anxiety etched across her features and her red-rimmed eyes, Chandler's heart clenched. He reached out to comfort the young woman, saying, “Everything's all right. It's just a graze.”

However, Nora was in such a panic that she roared, “I told you not to get out of the vehicle, but you simply wouldn't listen! Do you know that just a week ago, the same thing happened to a celebrity who was on the rise? When he alighted from the car, a motorcyclist swiped a blade across his throat, and he died on the spot.”

As she spoke, she started sobbing. “Recently, scandals about Glory's products have been popping up successively. It goes without saying that it must have been the doing of Ms. Garland's competitor. And you're a celebrity under Happy Entertainment... Tell me, when are you going to wise up?”

“Nora... I merely wanted to go and check on Ms. Garland. As you said, Glory has been facing a public relations crisis recently. She must be swamped with work.” There, he glanced over his shoulder in Glory's direction and added, “I haven't seen her in a while these days.”

Glimpsing the love in his eyes when he spoke of Rayna, Nora frowned slightly. “Get this straight, Chandler. She's the owner of Happy Entertainment, the mistress of Faymon Group, Mrs. Faymon, and Curtis' woman.”

She softly reminded Chandler of that fact, also warning him not to cross the line, much less risk his career.

“Yeah, I know.” Truth be told, he understood that all too well. Regretfully, some things could not be controlled even after one had seen reason.

When the minivan arrived at the entrance of the hospital, Nora helped Chandler out of the vehicle. As soon as they did so, a reporter with a camera snapped a picture of them. Seeing that, she stepped forward to snatch the camera away, but the man ran off. She wanted to give chase, yet she was worried about Chandler.

“Never mind, Nora. Let him go,” Chandler urged. Then, they went into the hospital side by side.

The doctor stitched his wound. Throughout it all, Nora listened carefully to the doctor's instructions at the side. After jotting everything down, she left the hospital with Chandler and returned to the minivan.

Perceiving his restless expression, Nora cautioned, “Go home first. If you were to meet Ms. Garland now, she'd definitely tear into you upon seeing you in such a condition!”



“All right.” Chandler glanced at his bandaged arm, a pucker appearing between his brows.

He was not afraid that Rayna would lecture him. Instead, he feared that she would worry.

The attack today is really perplexing. I wonder who was behind the incident. And what was the perpetrator's motive? Was it truly to injure me as a warning, or as Nora deduced, to use me to deal a blow to Rayna's career? I've got to mull this over at length.

“Postpone my engagements for the next two days. If Ms. Garland were to ask about it, say that it was my decision and I wanted to rest for two days,” Chandler ordered.

“Will do.” Nora could still tell what took precedence. Although making money was important, it could never compare with one's life.

In a café near the hospital, a man wearing a baseball cap and mask walked in with a backpack. When the reporter who sat by the window spotted him, he lifted his hand and beckoned him over.

Sliding a vacuum bag containing a Sumanthovean army knife to the man who had taken a seat across from him, the reporter arched a brow. “Here's the item you requested. I initially wanted to cut his hair but accidentally injured him.”

As the man stared at the bloody Sumanthovean army knife before him, his lips quirked upward. “It doesn't matter.”

“Say, the two of you look exactly the same. Why is it that one is a popular celebrity while the other is a muscleman?” Sipping at his coffee, the reporter eyed the man across from him provocatively.

They've got the exact same facial features, but their appearances are as different as night and day. One is a pretty boy, whereas the other seems to be from the special forces. Their auras are entirely different.

The man reached out a hand and snagged the bag on the table before stuffing it into his backpack. Thereafter, he took out a stack of envelopes and handed them to the reporter. “Here's your reward.”

The reporter stretched out a hand to take it, his gaze falling on the bruise at the crook of the man's arm. He narrowed his eyes a fraction. “Why, were you beaten by your own boss?”

“Curiosity kills the cat. Don't ask questions you shouldn't be asking.” Shouldering his backpack, the man had a drink of the water on the table that had long since been ordered before leaving.

The reporter leaned against his chair and scowled at the man, who was leaving without a backward glance. “Tsk! I'm to foot the bill again! How stingy!”

“No. 38 Wisteria Road should be here.” Robin walked in front of Curtis and Rayna and matched the residence's unit with the number on a paper in his hand. He pointed at a wooden brick house in front of him and said to Curtis, “This is the place, Mr. Faymon.”

“Go and knock on the door.” The second Curtis finished his sentence, Rayna reminded Robin, “Robin, check if there's a doorbell. While we were walking just now, I noticed the deliverymen rang the doorbell of the houses in the neighborhood.”

Upon hearing that, Robin stood in front of the door and glanced around the door frame to locate the doorbell but to no avail. “Mrs. Faymon, I don't find any doorbell here!”

“No doorbell?” Rayna froze for a moment. She then deduced, “I believe the wooden brick houses here in Jayfort should have the standard design as approved by the government.”

After studying the door closely, Curtis held Rayna's hand, walked to the wall on his left, and pressed a button installed on a flower pot. The doorbell rang.

“You're a genius, Mr. Faymon.” Upon noticing what Curtis did, Robin scratched his head with his hand. “Why didn't I think of that.”

“The residents here are all involved in the pharmaceutical business, particularly herbal medicines. So using plants to hide their doorbell is a common trick they used,” Curtis explained.

Right after the explanation, a smell of herbs from the house wafted through Robin's nose. It smelled like the usual herbal medicine but was mildly herbaceous.

After pressing the doorbell three times, someone in the house finally came to open the door. The young girl, who answered the door, wore a traditional costume and had her hair bunned up. Looking confused, she looked at the three people standing outside. “How can I help you?”

“We are looking for Cassidy,” Robin replied.

“Cassidy is not here today. Come again another day.” When the young girl was about to close the door, Robin went up to stop her. “Hey, kid. Any idea when will she be back?”

“I'm not sure. She might be back in a day or a couple of months,” the girl answered and pouted helplessly. “I can't believe she took Jaune along and left me alone in this house. It's as if she was not worried that some bad guys would barge in and kidnap me!”

“What? A couple of months?” Robin's heart sank when he heard Cassidy might only return a few months later. He turned around and looked at the grim-faced Curtis and Rayna, who, on the contrary, looked calm. “Mr. Faymon, Mrs. Faymon, would you like to go back first? I'll come and collect the medicine from Cassidy on your behalf.”


“It's okay. Let's stay here for a few more days since we're already here.” Curtis placed his hand on Rayna's waist and pulled her to his side, trying to assure her everything would be fine. “Let's wait for another day. If she still hasn't returned, I'll get someone to find her and bring her back.”

Rayna hummed in response. She was disappointed but did not show her emotion because she did not want Curtis to worry and cause him unnecessary anxiousness. “Let's find a place and rest. I'm a little tired.” She was not lying when she said she was tired. In fact, she felt energy had drained out of her right after leaving the mansion by the sea. Even the short walk from the car to the house here seemed to take forever.

Rayna wondered if the blood parasite would suck her blood. What a disgusting name.

Once again, the young girl closed the door. After glancing at the wooden structure, Curtis wrapped his hand around Rayna's waist, turned around, and left. As usual, Robin led the way ahead of them.

“Shayma, are they gone?” A woman in a figure-hugging gown walked over while carrying a puppy when she noticed the door was shut.

“Yeah. They left.” The little girl turned around to look at the woman standing on the stairways in the courtyard. “Cassidy, why didn't you want to meet since you knew they were coming? You even made me lie to those people.”

“People will not believe in things they could easily get their hands on.” The woman casually glanced at the door before turning around and returning to the living hall. After putting the puppy down, she poured herself a cup of coffee, took a sip, and sighed. “You know, Simone is only good at giving me trouble.”

“That's because you're too capable, Cassidy.” Shayma walked into the living room and climbed up a chair to get herself a cup. Cassidy then poured her a cup of coffee. “Did you notice anything just now?”

The little girl hummed in response. “There were two guys and a woman, and I think the woman is visually impaired.” After taking a sip of the coffee, she spewed it out. “Cassidy, why is this coffee so bitter?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you it's just black coffee without sugar,” Cassidy smirked as she watched Shayma get down from the chair, dash to the fountain in the backyard, and gargle her mouth with water several times.



“Since you sneaked out of the house to have a barbecue with our next-door neighbor, Eugene, you should drink something bitter to stimulate the gastric acid secretion. Otherwise, you might suffer from constipation again, kiddo,” Cassidy sneered while sitting in the living room.

“Come on, Cassidy. Can you not do this to me?” After gargling her mouth more than ten times, Shayma stood in the courtyard and complained, “How could you vent your frustration on me? Eugene invited you to the barbecue, but you refused to go!”

“You guys didn't tell me it was a barbecue!” Cassidy picked up her cup, walked to the courtyard, and looked at the red-faced Shayma for a few seconds. She continued, “Make it clear next time if you don't want to get it from me again.”

Cassidy turned around and returned to the house, leaving Shayma fuming in the courtyard.

...

In the meantime, a man was talking to a doctor outside a lab in a hospital. “When can I get the results?”

“In a week,” the doctor answered.

Upon hearing that, the man shook the doctor's hand. “Do not give anyone the report. I'll come and collect the report myself.”

“We won't give it to anyone. Only you're allowed to collect the report, so don't worry.” The middle-aged doctor patted the man's shoulder and watched him enter the elevator. Once the elevator went down, the doctor turned around and bumped into an elderly man who had just limped out of the office. “Show me the thing he gave you.”

“Here you go, Mr. Zeller.” The doctor entered a room and handed him a zip-lock bag that contained a blood-stained Sumanthovean army knife.

After passing the bag to his female assistant, Andrew reminded the doctor, “You know what to do, right?”

“Yes, I do.” The doctor inclined his head in acknowledgment.

Andrew's assistant then gave him a yellow envelope. “Here is a gift from Mr. Zeller.” She continued warning the doctor icily, “This is between us. Got it? I'm sure you're aware of the consequences if anyone else found out about this, Dr. Heckler.”

“Yes, yes. Got it.” The middle-aged doctor accepted the yellow envelope and bowed before Andrew. He dared not even look the man in the eyes.

“Let's go, Jean,” Andrew said to his assistant. He walked with a crutch and headed in the elevator's direction while Jean followed right behind.