His Precious Love

Chapter 632

“Where do you think the kidnapper brought Rayna to?” Wyatt's eyes grew tired from looking at the screen. Still, he

failed to locate Rayna. He turned sideways to look at James. “How is it? Did you find her?”

“There is a new lead, but I can't be certain yet.” James created a code by entering Rayna's height, body shape, and

facial features. Then, he relied on the system's robot to perform rapid recognition. Soon, the computer started

beeping.

Curtis, sitting around the office table, got up and walked over after hearing that sound. “James, how is it going?”

“I'm still trying to confirm that person's identity.” James entered a series of codes. Then, the robot showed him an

image and informed him that the target was eighty percent similar to his search string.

James clicked the image and saw the camera had only captured that person's profile. Still, her profile truly

resembled Rayna's. Curtis magnified the picture and examined it before saying, “This is not Rayna.”

Curtis was confident he could recognize Rayna at first glance, even by looking only at her back. That woman's

profile was similar to Rayna's, but upon closer inspection, one would realize there were still some slight differences

in their body shape.

James' initial excitement dampened after he heard Curtis' words. “We'll have to perform the search again, then.”

With that, he reinserted the codes and let the computer perform the search again. This time, the second matching

outcome with a similarity of ninety-three point nine nine nine percent swiftly resulted.

James clicked and magnified the image. Curtis gradually clenched his fists, which were tucked inside his pockets, as

he looked at the enlarging picture and sharpening countenance of the person in the photo. When her facial

features were clearly displayed in front of everyone, Theodore and the others heaved a sigh of relief.

“We found her!” Wyatt, sitting at one side, gaped at the screen in shock while reaching out to pat James' shoulder.

“Bravo, dude!”

“Can you find out where that place is?” Jeremy added.

Wyatt entered the word “address.”

The system's robot immediately locked in on a location at the city center of Conch Island at Yartran.

Jeremy muttered a curse before saying, “It turns out Rayna was indeed brought to Yartran by someone.”

“Curtis, could this be related to the real estate project?” Theodore expressed the doubt in his mind. “Are they trying

to threaten you by using Rayna as a hostage?”

“I can't be sure, but what you mentioned may be one of the possible reasons.” Ready to leave, Curtis stretched out

his hand and took the car keys on the table as he spoke. “I'm going to Yartran now.”

“Hold on. We'll go with you.” Theodore got up and left after hearing that. Behind him, Wyatt, Jeremy, James, and

the others exited Faymon Group's CEO's office one after the other.

Meanwhile, at Conch Island, Rayna had just followed Caylie back to Primrose Mansion from the town.

She felt her whole body aching and reckoned it was because she hadn't been this active for a long time.

After dinner, Rayna returned to her bedroom early in the night and was ready to take a bath before turning in.

Caylie trailed behind her and prepared the bath for her.

“Caylie, is Mr. Bridge always this busy?” Rayna asked Caylie. Rayna couldn't shake off the peculiar feeling she

harbored toward him as she felt that he gave off a familiar yet strange vibe.

“Ms. Griffith, I've filled the bathtub for you.” Caylie walked out and helped Rayna to enter the bathroom carefully.

“This is Mr. Bridge's usual schedule. I don't know if he's busy, but I know he cares a lot about you. He would return

to Primrose Mansion to visit you whenever he's free.”

Caylie's account sounded so convincing as if Rayna had been living in that manner with her employer for a long

time.

After Caylie assisted Rayna to get into the bathroom, Rayna told Caylie, “I'll do this myself. You can wait for me

outside. I'll summon you if I need anything.”

In the past few days of living at Primrose Mansion, Rayna could sense Caylie's attentiveness in taking excellent care

of her vividly.

Rayna was not particularly quick or slow when bathing. She usually finished washing her body in a few minutes.

Whenever she was done taking a bath, wiped her body dry, and put on her clothes, she would ask Caylie to enter

and help her out of the bathroom because it was easy for her to slip and fall after the floor became wet.

That night, Rayna dozed off into a deep sleep right after she lay on the bed.

Perhaps due to how exhausted she was from shopping around during the day, she slept soundly to the extent of

being oblivious to the presence of the intruders inside Primrose Mansion.

Late at night, the atmosphere in Primrose Mansion's living room was different from usual as the place was still

brightly-lit when the lights would have been switched off under normal circumstances.

“Who are all of you?” At that moment, four to five tall and handsome men suddenly showed up in the living room.

Caylie had never been in such a situation, so she was momentarily stunned.

At the same time, the two bodyguards stationed at the front courtyard of Primrose Mansion were surrounded by a

group of six or seven bodyguards she did not know, rendering the two bodyguards unable to put up any resistance.

“Excuse me. Is the person in this picture here?” Curtis took out a photo of Rayna and showed it to Caylie.

Caylie glanced at the few men before her before shifting her gaze onto the picture. Her heart palpitated uneasily.

“N-No. The person you're looking for is not here.” These men are here to find Ms. Griffith. Before figuring out their

intention, I'll never divulge the truth about Ms. Griffith's whereabouts. The only thing I can do now is to deny her

presence in this house.

“The woman in the photo is my wife. We come here in peace. I'm just here to bring her back with me.” Curtis took

out a few more pictures from his pocket as he spoke. In the images were scenes featuring Rayna hugging the kids

in the Faymon residence and a shot of her face when she slept next to him.

Caylie frowned after taking a look at the pictures. She couldn't help but begin to feel doubtful. Could this man in

front of me really be Ms. Griffith's husband? However, if Ms. Griffith were married to another man long ago, what

about Mr. Bridge?

At that instant, Caylie's mind became conflicted. I've always thought of Ms. Griffith and Mr. Bridge as a couple.

Never did I anticipate her real husband to show up here one day.

Curtis took in the changes in Caylie's facial expression and grew more confident that Rayna was inside that

mansion.

“Curtis, why are we wasting our time talking nonsense with her? We should go upstairs directly to look for Rayna,”

Wyatt, standing at one side, said while he walked past Caylie and wanted to head upstairs. At that sight, Caylie

immediately stepped forward to halt him. “Q-Quit doing as you please here!”

“In that case, be honest and tell us if this woman is here or not?” Wyatt thought Caylie was rather bold for a girl

that young. He didn't want to make things difficult for her either. “You have two choices now. Lead us upstairs, or

you can go upstairs and bring her down here.”

“Ms. Griffith is already asleep. You... Ah! I'll go and wake her up. You all should wait here.” With that, Caylie walked

toward the stairs. Seeing that, Curtis immediately followed her.

After much difficulty, they finally found a clue of Rayna's whereabouts, so he didn't want anything unexpected that

would cause them to lose Rayna again.