His Precious Love

Chapter 580

Curtis delivered a punch to the young man's face, sending him into a daze. He then pushed the man to the ground

and summoned the authorities.

When the call connected, Curtis told the police his address and added icily, “Send someone here. There is a man

kicking up a fuss here, and he's caused massive damage to a shop.”

“No, please don't do this to me!” The young man blanched in horror when he realized Curtis had called the police.

Ignoring his wounds, he crawled over to Curtis and flung his arms around Curtis' legs. “Someone offered me money

to do this. I got caught up in the moment and agreed to do it. Please don't turn me in, as a criminal record would

ruin my life!” he pleaded.

Curtis looked down at him and narrowed his eyes. “Someone paid you to do this?”

The young man vigorously nodded and disclosed, “The person said he was envious of how renowned this duck

skewer stall was. He handed me one hundred thousand dollars and asked me to stir up a ruckus here to ensure

they are forced to close for the night.”

“This is the only duck skewer stall around the area. It has no rival who is jealous of its business!” Curtis snapped

coldly. “Even if someone wants to cause a ruckus, he'll do that when there aren't that many witnesses around. Why

would he ask you to do it in front of so many peo—”

Suddenly, something occurred to Curtis. His face fell as he shook off the young man and hurried back to their table.

D*mn it! I should've gone back when Rayna's phone was unreachable earlier!

Curtis' heart clenched in anxiety as he ran into the eatery he and Rayna went in just now. He found the table they

occupied earlier, but it was empty. At once, he felt his stomach sink.

There was a can of Sprite and a menu on the table. Placed on top of the menu were two rings.

One was a pink diamond ring, while the other had a GPS tracker inside.

Curtis retrieved both rings and observed them closely. His breathing quickened as anxiety overwhelmed his heart.

Running over to the counter, he asked the lady owner, “Where was the pregnant lady who sat at that table earlier?”

“Oh, a man around your height showed up earlier and took her away.” Rayna was the only pregnant lady in the

shop, and Jefferson was strikingly handsome. Thus, the lady owner remembered them well.

Curtis asked, “Did he have blue eyes and wore a pair of glasses?”

“Yes, that's right. He's quite a handsome man.”

It was Jefferson!

“Do you know where they went after leaving your shop?”

The lady owner thought over his question and shook her head. “I was busy and didn't notice that.”

Knowing that was all the information she had, Curtis paid for the drink and left her shop.

He went around the shop to ask the customers whether they saw a man taking a pregnant lady away.

One customer who happened to notice them told him they went to the open-air parking lot.

Curtis' car was also parked there. He knew there weren't any surveillance cameras there safe for only one at the

exit.

Tamping down his anger, he called Jefferson.

“Sorry. The number you have dialed does not exist.”

Curtis' heart sank in despair. Jefferson must've set eyes on us the moment we came out of the residential area. He

got someone to stall me in front of the duck skewer shop to get the chance to take Rayna away. I thought we came

to a deal, but in the end, he turned against me!

Curtis took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down before calling Wyatt. “Help me check the surveillance

cameras around the night bazaar between...”

As he waited for Wyatt's update, he didn't sit back to catch his breath. Instead, he reached out to the Air Traffic

Bureau, the high-speed railway station, and the port at Norwal City, sending them Jefferson's and Rayna's photos

and instructing them to keep a close watch on the two.

Ten minutes later, Wyatt's call came in. “Curtis, according to the time you provided, I found four cars leaving the

night bazaar. The drivers were visible, but not the passengers.”

Curtis closed his eyes and ordered, “Send me the photos of the drivers, then find out where they went.”

“I've sent it to your WhatsApp.” After a pause, Wyatt asked, “What happened?”

“Jefferson took Rayna away.”

A few seconds later, Wyatt chuckled and teased, “Is he that interested in taking care of your children?”

“Wyatt, I'm not in the mood to joke around.” Curtis was filled with anxiety at Rayna's disappearance. His voice was

grim as he added, “Send me their routes once you get them.”

Wyatt felt a chill go down his back. Without hesitation, he got to work.

Curtis regarded the photos of the four drivers carefully. The photos were blurry as they were captured by the

surveillance cameras. However, their features were clear enough for him to make out that one of them was a

female.

Curtis felt like he had seen the female driver before, but he could not remember where.

Hmm, she seems to be an employee at Faymon Group.

There were many employees at Faymon Group, and Curtis was a busy man. He couldn't have met them all before.

However, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen her somewhere before. He called Gabriel to see if the

latter could confirm his suspicions.

Gabriel usually kept his phone switched on twenty-four-seven, but to Curtis' surprise, his phone was currently

switched off.

Curtis rarely contacted Gabriel at night or interfered in the latter's private life. However, he was pissed off to learn

that Gabriel's phone was switched off at such a critical moment when he needed his assistant's help.

He was about to get someone to find out where Gabriel was when his phone buzzed, signaling that he had received

a text.

Curtis tapped into it. His expression immediately turned dark once he read it.

Unknown number: Belle's with me. After she gives birth, I'll ask someone to deliver the babies back to the Faymon

family.

Curtis immediately tried calling the number, but it was already turned off. He sent the number to Wyatt to trace the

phone's location. Upon arriving at the spot Wyatt discovered, Curtis found the phone discarded in a trash can by the

road.

“F*ck it!” Curtis cursed as he threw the phone onto the ground. It smashed into pieces upon impact.

Jefferson knows Norwal City is my turf, so he won't stay here. He'll definitely bring Rayna overseas. Alas, I've missed

the golden time of twenty minutes!

Curtis knew it was pointless to regret now. He called various places and reminded them to keep their guard up.

Despite knowing the odds of success were slim, Curtis still held onto a sliver of hope by driving to Jefferson's

residences in Norwal City, scouring every corner in a desperate attempt to find Rayna.

Curtis' efforts that night were in vain.

He would occasionally receive calls from the Air Traffic Bureau and the port, informing him that they were staying

vigilant, but there was still no sign of Rayna and Jefferson.

Curtis sat in his car and wondered how Jefferson would bring Rayna out of Norwal City.

He was deep in thought when Gabriel's phone call arrived.

“Mr. Faymon, I felt unwell last night and didn't realize I slept so soundly. My phone also switched off as it ran out of

battery,” Gabriel reported once the call connected. “I'm at the company now.”

Curtis massaged his brows and ordered calmly, “I'll send you a photo. Tell me if the person works at Faymon

Group.”

“Sure. Mr. Faymon, why is your voice hoarse? Are you okay?”

“I'm fine.” All Curtis wanted was to find Rayna now. He didn't have time to get mad or waste time talking to

someone else.

After giving his order, he cut the line and drove to the company.

At dawn, Wyatt sent him the driving routes of the four drivers. He checked them out and found nothing suspicious.

However, the familiar-looking female driver caught Curtis' attention.

While her going to the night bazaar could be brushed off as a coincidence, what was strange was that she stopped

at an intersection for a few minutes on the way back. There were no surveillance cameras there either, so he had

no idea what she had been doing there.

Curtis soon arrived at work. Less than two minutes after he entered the CEO's office, Gabriel knocked on the door

and came in.

“Mr. Faymon.” Gabriel placed an employee's personal file on the table and glanced at Curtis' grim expression. “The

woman's name is Emerald Clocklore. She works in the risk control department.”

Curtis opened the file and glanced at Emerald's date of employment. His gaze darkened as he asked, “Did she

come to work today?”