His Precious Love

Chapter 664

“You worry too much, Ms. Griffith. I'm not in that line of work.” Amused, the man chuckled before continuing, “I

won't have to drug you if you're willing to leave with me. Otherwise, you leave me no choice but to render you

unconscious.”

Even though the man spoke in a gentle tone, Rayna could not help but felt a chill running down her spine. “I don't

know you, so how do I know I'll be safe if I leave with you?”

From the man's tone, Rayna could tell that he was no average kidnapper, so she tried to negotiate with him calmly

to avoid provoking him unnecessarily. After all, upsetting him would do her no good but get her into more trouble.

“We've met before,” replied the man. His tone of voice remained calm and gentle. “It was more than ten years

ago. You looked for me on the mountain with your brother back then.”

“You're that old traditional medicine practitioner?” Rayna could hardly believe what she had just heard.

“That's right.” When the man saw how he had helped jog Rayna's memory of him, he stopped threatening her and

hoped she would cooperate willingly.

“I mean you no harm, Ms. Griffith; I just need something in you as a medicine primer. Don't worry. It's not part of

you, just something temporary. I'm sure Mr. Faymon wouldn't want you to keep it anyway,” explained the

practitioner. However, he did not mention a word about the parasite since he did not want to scare Rayna.

“But my husband isn't here yet; I can't just leave with you.” Rayna remained vigilant even though she was

somewhat relieved to discover that the person before her was the old traditional medicine practitioner. “Besides,

you're the reason my husband and I came here. Now that you've found me instead, we need to wait for my

husband so—”

Rayna suddenly got interrupted by the siren of a police car coming from outside the hotel and did not manage to

finish her sentence.

Before she could react, the room was filled with a soft scent that quickly knocked her out.

Just when the practitioner was picking up the unconscious Rayna, the bodyguard on the other side of the door

walked in. “I thought you said you weren't going to hurt her. What is this?”

“That's not what I'm trying to do; I need to leave with her as soon as possible because the police are here. I don't

have time.” With that, the practitioner left the room with Rayna, followed by the bodyguard.

Outside the hotel room were two bodyguards rendered utterly unconscious.

When Curtis failed to reach Rayna or the bodyguards assigned to protect her by phone, he ordered before rushing

downhill, “You two stay here; the rest of you come with me!”

Two hours had passed when Curtis finally reached the hotel, so naturally, Rayna was already long gone. Curtis then

called Rayna's phone again and realized that it was vibrating in the drawer by the bedside. He immediately

staggered backward when he confirmed that the device belonged to Rayna. If it were not for Robin's quick reaction,

Curtis would have fallen to the ground.

“Go, Robin. Get somebody to contact the local police. Hurry!” Curtis commanded Robin in a shaky voice, and

immediately after hearing that, the assistant took action.

Curtis almost lost his mind when he found Rayna missing once again. It was my fault; I shouldn't have left her. I've

already noticed how involved she was with the things that happened lately, yet I... was still careless.

“Mr. Faymon, the hotel should have surveillance cameras,” reminded one of the bodyguards who followed Curtis

from the mountain.

“Right! Surveillance cameras!” exclaimed Curtis as if a lightbulb had lit up above his head. “Get it done.

Communicate with the staff and get me the surveillance footage.”

“Okay,” responded the bodyguard before hurrying away.

...

Seated in the RV, the young man stared at Rayna lying beside him from time to time.

The middle-aged man opposite them smirked when he noticed the situation. “So you've fallen for her, huh?”

When the young man heard that, he immediately retracted his gaze and shifted his cold eyes to the middle-aged

man instead. “Are you the dosage you used on her won't have any side effects?”

“It was nothing strong, so quit worrying,” reassured the middle-aged man before grabbing a bottle of water and

handing it to the young man. “GT's product development has entered the final stage. If this stage is successful, Mr.

Zeller will be able to launch the project he wants.”

“Does he really have what it takes to differentiate the GT products from the skincare products in the market?” It

was obvious that the young man doubted what the middle-aged man had just said. Although I don't know the exact

ingredients of the expensive skincare products that women use daily, I have heard from others that most of the

products are extracted from plants. Of course, there are some products that are extracted from animals, but there

aren't many of them in the market. Most of the products recognized by consumers use plants as their raw

materials.

The middle-aged man tightened his grip on the bottle when he heard the young man, but after recollecting himself,

he looked up at the young man and replied, “He does.”

The young man was relieved as soon as he heard that. However, he still could not help but glance at the

unconscious Rayna from time to time.

Flashing across his mind was the day he sneaked into the Faymon residence by pretending to be Chandler to

confirm if Rayna's eyes were actually unwell. That was the first time they met.

He did not get to take a close look at Rayna's face back then, and part of the reason was the bright light that day.

Finally, the young man could see her clearly at such a close distance.

Noticing how the young man continued to glance at Rayna, the old traditional medicine practitioner closed his

bottle after taking a sip of water and inquired, “You've... met her before?”

“I have,” answered the young man. “Just once.”

“I see.” The traditional medicine practitioner nodded after hearing that. Then, he moved on to another question.

“When did you come over?”

“It was Mr. Zeller who ordered us to come here. He said Mr. Faymon and his wife had come to Shvomhid Mountain,”

replied the young man, who then gazed at the practitioner as though he had recalled something. “What was that

thing that attacked Curtis on the mountain last night?”

It was obvious that the young man did not forget the black furry thing that ran out of the bushes the night before.

The place where Curtis was did not have much light, so it was only natural that the young man failed to get a good

look. However, from his point of view, the young man saw the black furry creature clearly and could tell that it was

charging toward Rayna. If she had not noticed it in time, it probably would have rushed forward to attack her.

When the old traditional medicine practitioner heard that, he smiled calmly. “It was just a stray cat. You couldn't see

well because it was dark!”

The young man then narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the practitioner.