His Precious Love

Chapter 659

It was not a far journey toward Shvomhid Mountain. After a six-hour ride, Rayna and Curtis reached the foot of

Shvomhid Mountain.

When Rayna sensed the car engine had been turned off, she asked, “Are we here?”

“We are,” Curtis answered before glancing outside. From their spot, they could see mist shrouding Shvomhid

Mountain, making it seem like a land of fantasy.

In the next second, the man reached out to grab the jacket at the side. After unbuckling his and Rayna's safety

belts, he opened the door and stepped out of the car.

“It's cold on the mountain, so put on this jacket.” By the time they arrived at Shvomhid Mountain, it was already

evening. Moreover, they were in the mountains, so the temperature there was lower than the temperature in the

city.

Rayna reached out for the jacket. Only after putting it on did she realize it was a lightweight down jacket. “It's not

winter yet.”

“It's very cold at the peak of Shvomhid Mountain. It'll be more suitable to wear this.” After Curtis zipped up the

jacket for Rayna, he held her hand and went up the stairs with her.

“Did you bring yours?” Rayna asked as she hooked her arm around the man's arm. When she touched him, she

found out that he was only wearing a normal suit—he was not wearing anything thick like the down jacket she had.

Right then, Robin, who was behind them, uttered, “Mrs. Faymon, Mr. Faymon's jacket is with me.”

“That's good to hear.” Rayna relaxed after that and continued her way up the mountain with Curtis while Robin

followed them.

...

When Jeremy came down the stairs with a laptop in his hand, he spotted Theodore searching for something on the

computer. “Theodore, what are you doing?”

“I'm checking Shvomhid Mountain's terrain.” Theodore changed the map of Shvomhid Mountain back to its original

three-dimensional model before compressing it and sending it to Curtis. “Curtis has brought Rayna to Shvomhid

Mountain. There's an old traditional medicine doctor there. Curtis is hoping he can ask him to check the condition of

Rayna's eyes and get a prescription from him.”

Right as Theodore said that, James entered with an umbrella. When he heard Theodore saying that Curtis had

brought Rayna to Shvomhid Mountain, he kept his umbrella, put it aside, and strode toward Theodore. “Curtis and

my sister went to Shvomhid Mountain?”

“Yes.” Jeremy glanced at James. “Did Rayna not tell you about it?”

“She didn't,” James replied. Belatedly, he thought of his mother and his other sister, Roxanne, and he said, “Let me

make a call first.” With that, he turned to walk up the stairs, but Theodore reminded him, “If Rayna didn't tell you

about it, it means that she doesn't think there's much hope to this plan. That's why she kept it a secret. If you tell

your mother and sister about it, you might end up frightening your mother instead.”

Theodore's words dismissed James' plan immediately. “But I'm worried about her being at Shvomhid Mountain.”

“Don't worry and just think about the positive outcomes,” Theodore said. He knew what James was worried about,

but the only thing they could do was wait.

...

In the meantime, at Yartran.

After Jovan woke up, he walked over to the balcony, still in his pajamas. Then, he stepped on a white envelope that

was lying on the floor.

After picking it up, the man cast a glance at the locked window and frowned.

When Jovan walked back to his bedroom, he lifted his hand to tap on his Bluetooth device. “Get Eckard Sears to

come in for a bit.”

With that, Jovan ended the call.

Still holding onto the envelope, Jovan walked over to sit on the couch before putting it on the coffee table. After

taking a few sips from the wine glass on the table, he looked back at the envelope.

“Mr. Jovan, what can I help you with?” Eckard Sears was the person in charge of the presidential palace's security

system, so he rarely interacted with Jovan.

Yet, he had received a call from the butler, saying that Jovan was looking for him. Eckard could not help but feel

anxious about it.

Crossing his leg, Jovan leaned back on the couch and asked Eckard, “Did someone come to the presidential palace

today?”

“No,” Eckard answered confidently.

Jovan narrowed his eyes upon hearing Eckard's answer. His eyes flicked toward the glass in his hand before he

asked again, “Who's on the shift from last night until this morning?”

“It's Hogan Wolk,” Eckard replied.

“Ask him to come and see me.”

Five minutes later, the butler brought Hogan to Jovan.

After a brief study of Hogan, Jovan asked, “Were you in charge of the presidential palace's security from last night

until this morning?”

“Yes, Mr. Jovan,” Hogan replied, straightening his back. He was a tall man, so his action made him look even more

energetic.

“I found this on the balcony today.” As Jovan said that, he passed an envelope to Eckard and Hogan. “Look into this

and give me an answer before lunch.”

Both Eckard and Hogan's hearts lurched when they heard Jovan's words.

To their surprise, right as they were fearfully waiting for Jovan to question them about the envelope, Jovan only

instructed them to find out where the envelope came from and how it was delivered to the presidential palace

within a limited time frame.

“I'll work on it right away,” Eckard answered. Then, he gave Hogan a long look.

Instead of questioning the two men further, Jovan waved his hands dismissively.

After Eckard and Hogan were gone, Jovan stared at the envelope. Once he downed his wine, he picked up the

envelope and walked over to the study to pull open the drawer. As it turned out, there were several white envelopes

in his drawers that were all unopened.

Jovan put the new envelope in and locked the drawer. It was only then he left the bedroom and went into the

bathroom.

...

At Beryl Pavilion in Norwal City.

“Sir, when is Thibault going to come?” The chefs were all waiting for Thibault to come and prepare the Kagan

family's banquet menu. Yet, they ended up waiting from morning to noon, only to see no signs of Thibault around.

The hotel manager was calling Thibault again and again, but alas, no one responded.

“Get Adrienne here. She was the one who introduced Thibault here, but now... God...” the hotel manager said to the

staff, panicking and pacing in anxiousness. “Do everything you can do first. Let's leave aside the signature dishes

for now.”

Right as those words were out of the manager's mouth, the chefs began busying away. The staff in the kitchen then

summoned Adrienne. By then, the hotel manager was already downright livid. The moment he saw Adrienne, he

began shouting at her. “Look at what kind of person you've brought here. It's Old Mr. Kagan's birthday banquet

today! What is Thibault doing at a time like this? Did he just vanish into thin air?”

At the sight of the manager's red face, Adrienne furrowed her brows and enunciated, “Thibault injured his hand. It's

not as if you don't know about that.”

Hearing that, the manager's expression darkened. “What are you trying to say? Are you saying that this is my

fault?”

“You were the one who insisted Thibault work on this banquet. It's not like Thibault did not tell you about this!”

Adrienne was not a doormat. Excluding Thibault, who she could never quite manage to gain an upper hand over,

there was no one who she could not handle.