His Precious Love

Chapter 668

Outside the bedroom, the elderly traditional medicine practitioner started to panic because he could not open the

door. Time after time, he tugged at the door forcefully but soon left to find a tool to help him following the

countless failed attempts.

Rayna, hiding in a cabinet in the bedroom, carefully listened to the noise outside the door. When it turned silent all

of a sudden, she reached out to open the cabinet door, but her movement was cut short by a slashing sound

outside the bedroom.

“Blood parasite, blood parasite...” The elderly traditional medicine practitioner kept repeating those words non-

stop. In his hands was a rusted axe from who knew where. He held it above his head and struck it at the bedroom

door.

Thud! Thud!

Rayna trembled in fear as the loud thudding continued. She did not even dare to make a sound.

Bang!

Just then, a gunshot replaced the chopping sound. Next, the sound of the door unlocking through fingerprint

recognition could be heard, followed by rapid footsteps and the click of the light being switched on.

“There's no one here.” Voices of people conversing could be heard coming from outside the cabinet. Rayna listened

carefully to try and identify them. However, she did not hear Jensen's voice; they all sounded like strangers.

After some time, a man's magnetic voice traveled to her ears. “Look again. Check the cabinet and under the bed

thoroughly.”

Finding the man's voice very familiar, Rayna tried to recall where she had heard him before, but nothing came to

mind.

“Boss, we've searched the bathroom, under the bed, the cabinet in the bedroom, the balcony, and the walk-in

closet. There's no one here,” reported a subordinate standing behind the man. “Could it be that she was taken

away before this?”

Upon hearing that, the man held up a hand and stopped the subordinate from continuing.

Deep in thought, the man paced back and forth in the living room. He slowly closed his eyes and calmed down to

catch any possible sounds coming from the place, including breathing sounds.

Seconds later, the man's lips quirked upward, and he made his way toward the bookcase inside the bedroom. His

subordinate watched him curiously.

The man stood in front of the bookcase. After inspecting it from head to toe, he discovered that a book had fallen

to the ground at the left of the cabinet, so he bent down to pick it up. Then, he looked around the bookcase for

some time until he spotted that the book's original spot was protruding a little. Once he slotted the book back, the

part of the bookcase which was against the wall rotated before merging with the wall again.

The other men gaped at the scene unfolding before their eyes in stupefaction.

The bookcase door had turned around to reveal a small corner that formed a perfect semi-circle with the

bookcase. It looked like a place that was usually used for storage. However, at that moment, a trembling figure was

curled up on the floor of the small area.

The man slowly crouched down and held out a hand, wanting to touch the shoulder of the curled-up figure. “Are

you all right?”

Rayna turned ghastly pale when she heard the clear voice of the man. Immediately, she shuffled backward to bury

herself further into the tight corner.

“Hey, don't be afraid. You're safe now.” The man's voice was gentle and soothing as he tried to touch her again.

“You're safe now, Belle.”

Rayna was taken aback by that term of address. Slowly, she lifted her head from between her legs and asked, “W-

Who are you?”

The man's voice and tone reminded her too much of a certain someone.

“How do you know my original name?” she questioned.

There were very few people who would call her “Belle.” It was usually Jefferson that called her as such. The others

would call her Rayna.

“Come. Give me your hand,” the man coaxed. “Let's get out of here first, okay?”

Rayna was unsure whether she should trust the man in front of her. However, his tone of voice somehow was able

to calm her down.

She slowly extended her arm. At that sight, the man crinkled his eyes in a smile and grabbed her hand before

pulling her out of the tight spot. He took off his coat and wrapped it around her, then carried her out of the corner.

“Boss.” Upon seeing his actions, his subordinate hurried over.

With Rayna in his arms, the man strode to the doorway, where he looked at the elderly traditional medicine

practitioner lying in a puddle of his own blood and ordered coldly, “Clean this up.”

“Understood.” The subordinates hastened to carry the dead elderly traditional medicine practitioner down the

stairs.

Walking behind them, the man carried Rayna downstairs. As they arrived at the living room, pain coursed through

her body, and she exclaimed, “Ouch! It hurts.”

At her cries, the man narrowed his eyes and swept his sharp gaze across the shards on the floor. It was not until he

saw the remnant of a leaf in a vessel that he quickly carried Rayna out of the living room and toward the car

parked in the courtyard in big strides.

The moment they arrived at the courtyard, police sirens resonated across the area, and behind those police cars

were a few black cars speeding toward them.

The leading black car was the first to enter the courtyard. It came to a sudden stop, and a tall man wearing a black

coat got out of it. When his gaze fell onto Rayna in that man's arms, a touch of murderous intent flitted across his

eyes.

“Rayna!” he called out to her gently.

Rayna tilted her head in the direction of his voice. Although she could not see anything, she could distinctly sense

where he was. “Curtis.”

“Could you put me down, please?” she said to the man carrying her. “My husband is here.”

The man's first response was to tighten his grip around her, but he eventually let go and bent down to place her on

the floor, adjusting the coat he had put on her at the same time. After doing all that, he stepped aside.

Rayna could keenly sense that the man had moved slightly further away from her. “Thanks,” she said softly.

The instant her feet touched the ground, she felt as though hundreds of insects were biting on them. The agonizing

pain caused the color to drain from her face. Just as she steeled herself to take a step toward Curtis, he strode

forward to wrap her in his embrace. “What's wrong? Are you hurt?”

Staring at her pale face, Curtis grew evidently worried. He grabbed her waist and scooped her up in his arms.

Before he could leave with her, the man behind them exhorted Rayna, “Remember to eat the medicine I gave

you.”

That had Curtis stopping in his tracks. He tilted his body slightly to look at the man, then carried Rayna into the car.

Frences, who had gotten out of the car behind Curtis, immediately returned to the driver's seat. Without wasting

another second, he started the car and sped off, leaving that place immediately.

Meanwhile, a man got out of the police car parked in the courtyard and made his way toward the man who had

rescued Rayna. “Will you come with us willingly, or do I have to cuff you?”

The latter cast an indifferent glance at the man, who was dressed in a police uniform, before his lips curved into a

smile. “Long time no see, Hunter.”

In response, the man whom he had referred to as Hunter narrowed his eyes, then shifted his gaze to the few

people behind him. With a wave of his hand, he motioned his subordinates to arrest those people.

In response, those few men who were carrying the elderly traditional medicine practitioner's body glanced at their

superior. “Boss, what should we do about this?”

The latter did not have too big of a reaction to Hunter's actions. Placing his hands in his pants pockets, he said,

“Officer Olsen just wants to invite us to the police station to record a statement. It's not a big deal.”

At his remark, Hunter raised his eyebrow and reached up to massage his temples. He then ordered the man and

the latter's subordinates, “Let's go.”