Dear Sweetheart Chapter 330


    Chapter 330 Do Not Terrorize Me Like This


    The ne had already taken off at that instant, so the signal had been automatically cut off. Having no


    way of contacting Gabriel, Curtis could only give up.


    Two hourster, the nended at Norwal City Airport. As soon as he exited the airport lobby and


    caught sight of Gabriel, who was there to pick him up, he went straight over and questioned, “Was


    there anything amiss with Rayna when she went to Hallsbayst night?”


    While opening the car door for the man to get into the car, Gabriel quickly answered, “Mrs. Faymon


    looked exceedingly anxious and had seemingly cried, but she wouldn’t tell me anything, merely asking


    me to contact an airline to charter a ne.”


    Out of worry, he told Curtis about Rayna’s trip to Hallsbay.


    Judging from his expression, something must be wrong.


    He stole a few nces at the man before he finally couldn’t help querying, “What happened, Mr.


    Faymon?”


    “She broke up with me. Have someone investigate where exactly in Hallsbay she is right now. Also,


    prepare a ne, for I’m going to Hallsbay,” Curtis ordered with a dark expression on his face without


    getting into the car.


    Meanwhile, Gabriel was still stupefied by the man’s earliest utterance. “Mrs. Faymon… broke up with


    you? Why?”


    “Would I still be standing here if I f*cking knew why? Did you hear what I said earlier?” Curtis’ temper


    spiked.


    “Yes! I’ll have someone investigate her location immediately!” Giving his back to the man, Gabriel


    started making the call. At the same time, he took out his other phone from the car and chartered a


    private ne.


    A few minutester, he reported, “I’ve gotten her location. Cillian has returned from Yeringham, so I’ll


    have him fly you to Hallsbay.”


    That had a frown marring Curtis’ countenance. “Why is he back?”


    Rubbing his face, Gabriel replied awkwardly, “He said there’s nothing in Yeringham, and it’s too much


    of a torment for him to stay there.”


    “Never mind! Tell him to make it fast!” Impatience and anxiety swamped Curtis.


    If it weren’t for the fact that he was still exhausted to the core from the grueling meeting, he would


    simply fly himself over to Hallsbay.


    The two of them went to the apron to wait. Soon, the private ne arrived.


    “Mr. Faymon, Gabriel,” Cillian greeted the two men, feeling a tad guilty before them, especially Curtis.


    After all, he was under thetter’s employ, but he ended up switching sides midway to work for Rayna.


    He initially wanted to make up an excuse and decline when he received the call from Gabriel to


    apany Curtis to Hallsbay. However, James urged him to agree, iming it would allow them to


    keep tabs on the man’s movements.


    Is James not at all afraid that I’d give the game away?


    Gabriel turned around, only to notice Cillian spacing out. Smacking thetter on the head, he barked,


    “Stop daydreaming! Didn’t you see that Mr. Faymon has already boarded the ne? How are you


    going to pilot the ne in such a state?”


    Not daring to gainsay him, Cillian merely rubbed his aching head and climbed onto the ne swiftly.


    The ne had auto-pilot and headed to Hallsbay ording to the flight n. Even as Cillian sat in the


    front, he could sense a wealth of chilliness permeating the small cabin.


    The temperature dropped significantly.


    Giving a cough, he broke the silence by venturing, “Why are you going to Hallsbay, Mr. Faymon?”


    All he got in response from Curtis were two words—”Shut up.”


    Cillian promptly fell silent.


    In no time, the private ne arrived in Hallsbay andnded on a helipad on the top floor of a particr


    hotel.


    The instant Cillian glimpsed the name of the hotel, he recognized it as one of the fake locations


    prepared by James.


    Even back when he returned to Norwal City to look for James, thetter had already infiltrated Faymon


    Group’s intelligence team’s system, thereby aware of their every move. That aside, the man used the


    loophole to provide them with fake information and locations.


    At that thought of the man’s incredible skills, goosebumps rose all over Cillian.


    He silently reminded himself, Of all people, I can’t ever offend him. He’s really too terrifying!


    Since it was a fake location, the receptionist indicated that there wasn’t any woman named “Rayna


    Gand” staying in the hotel for the past few days when Curtis put the question to her.


    With a grim expression on his face, Curtis phoned Gabriel.


    A few minutester, he went with Cillian to the newly-investigated location in search of Rayna.


    But still, he didn’t find her.


    Subsequently, the entire process repeated itself all over again.


    They went to three hotels consecutively, but all the receptionists denied having heard of Rayna’s name


    or seen her. Some hotels even supplied them with surveince footage.


    By then, Curtis’ face had darkened frightfully, turning as ck as thunder. Nheless, he had also


    discerned something off with it all.


    Beside him, Cillian was overwhelmed with unease.


    Crap! What should I do now? He ended up empty-handed after all three trips, and he’s currently


    looking all ominous. Will he suspect me? And was there any w with my acting skills?


    While his heart was lodged in his throat, Curtis unexpectedly walked over to him. The sense of


    oppression was so great that Cillian broke into a cold sweat and teetered on the verge of lifting his


    hands in surrender, his legs trembling violently.


    F*ck! Did James destroy my contract with Faymon Group?


    “M-Mr. Faymon… just ask me whatever questions you have. Don’t terrorize me like this,” he


    stammered, unable to hold himself together as Curtis was truly too petrifying then.


    “Lend me your phone. Mine is running out of battery and won’tst the time needed for me to make a


    call,” Curtis growled impatiently.


    Phew! It turned out that he wants to borrow my phone!


    Breathing a sigh of relief, Cillian hastily took out his phone and handed it to the man. “You should’ve


    said that earlier, Mr. Faymon. You scared me so badly that I almost peed my pants. Here, use it


    however long you want.”


    At that, Curtis frowned andmented disdainfully, “Why are you so cowardly when you’re working for


    me? How embarrassing!”


    Struck speechless, Cillian silently hung his head and stood at the side.


    He could vaguely hear the man seemingly giving someone a call and ordering the person to investigate


    something.


    Upon hearing Curtis addressing the other person as Wyatt, he jumped in fright.


    Godd*mn it! Isn’t that his buddy, Wyatt Lopez? He’s also an expert inputers. Even the police ask


    him for help sometimes when their intelligence system is inadequate. Is James his match?


    Sweat dotted his forehead. When the man had ended the call, he made to retrieve his phone.


    s, Curtis asserted, “Lend it to me for a while. I’m waiting for news. I’llpensate you when we go


    back. What’s the matter? Do you need it urgently?”


    “N-Not at all.” Cillian retracted his hand, giving up on the notion of alerting James about the matter.


    He was afraid that he would get caught by Curtis before he could even send the information out.


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    Thus, he could only pray that James’puter skills were above Wyatt’s.


    After receiving the text message from Wyatt, Curtis whirled around and headed out. Cillian trailed


    behind him.


    The two of them took a taxi to a manor in the suburbs. No sooner had they entered the house than


    Cillian faintly picked up the coppery scent of blood. The space was warm, so it seemed that the people


    living there had only left a while ago.


    Could it be that Rayna was here previously?


    He sneaked a look at Curtis before hanging his head, saying nothing.


    Curtis picked up the scarf on the couch, convinced that the location was right.


    He was certain Rayna had been there, for the scarf was one she had been wearing ever since


    returning from Jetroina.


    Also scenting the coppery smell of blood that had yet to dissipate, he grew all the more anxious.


    Worried that something had happened to her, he went to look for the doctor and nurse they had tracked


    down together with Cillian.


    When he arrived at General Hospital, he found the doctor and showed him Rayna’s picture.


    It wasn’t until after ascertaining his identity did the doctor tell him about Rayna giving him a callst


    night, whereupon he went to a manor with his nurse and treated a man’s wounds.


    Curtis’ pupils constricted, and he confirmed, “A man who was wounded?”


    “Yes. He seemed to have been stabbed a dozen times and was severely wounded. He didn’t want the


    lady to see his wounds and even covered her eyes with his hand,” the doctor borated, casting his


    mind back to the events that transpired.


    “What was his name?”


    “Jefferson Hamilton, if I’m not mistaken. But judging from his features and azure eyes, I reckon he’s of


    mixed blood,” the doctor answered, missing the change in Curtis’ expression.


    In an effort to validate the uracy of the information, Curtis found a photo and showed it to the doctor.


    “Was this him?”


    Studying the photo, the doctor stated firmly, “Yes, it was him!”


    At that precise moment, Wyatt also called with the news that the manor was Jefferson’s property which


    was bought some time ago.


    Curtis’ gaze darkened frightfully, and his aura turned exceedingly terrifying.


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