Chapter 667


    Chapter 667


    Curtis examined Channing with a cold re, and liis frosty aura red up at those words. Upon noticing


    that. Robin stepped forward to address Channing, "Are you implying that Mr. Faymon is pushing the


    me on the hotel?"’


    Having thought that he was merely being pragmatic. Channing did not intend to anger Curtis, as the


    hotel was only a small establishment.


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    If not for its strategic location in attracting tourists with the reputation of Shvomhid Mountain, they would


    have closed down long ago due to the poor quality of the hotel''s services.


    "That''s not what I meant,” Channing simpered, though he scoffed under his breath at Curtis and his


    men.


    Seated on a couch in the hotel lobby. Curtis swept his cold gaze across the hall before turning to


    address his bodyguard beside him. "Find out who owns this establishment.”


    "Yes. sir,” the bodyguard replied before departing.


    Robin examined the list of registered visitors in the hopes of identifying Rayna''s visitors at the time of


    her disappearance.


    Half an hourter, the bodyguard brought a middle-aged woman. Phyllis, over.


    Channing started forward at her arrival. "Boss."’


    Phyllis nced at him coldly before shifting her gaze to Curtis on the couch. "My apologies. Mr.


    Faymon. I have no idea you would grace my humble establishment with your presence.”


    As she spoke, she ced herself in front of the coffee table and bowed at Curtis in apology. "Being


    locals of Shvomhid Mountain, my employees are not acquainted with matters of the outside world. It''s


    expected that they do not know who you are. I hope you can overlook their rudeness and move past


    this.”


    Channing''s eyes widened. sping his hands nervously together, he was tongue-tied. He tried to step


    forward to provide his employer with an exnation on several asions but was continually rebuffed.


    "Faye, go get the footage of the secret cameras from the corridors for Mr. Faymon." Phyllis beckoned a


    young girl. "Remove the third brick opposite the fire hydrant on the left side of the corridor, and bring


    me the device in it.”


    The attendant nodded before leading a coworker up the stairs with her. As ordered, she removed the


    memory card from the secret camera and returned to the lobby.


    Via a card reader. Robin connected the memory card to liisputer before cing it before Curtis.


    "Here you go. Mr. Faymon.”


    The secret footage revealed one bodyguard on duty outside the door at that time, and that a man in a


    duckbill cap entered the room. Upon liis reemergence, he brought the unconscious figure of Rayna out


    of the hotel.


    "Zoom in here!"’ Curtis pointed at the young man dressed as the bodyguard. “I want a closer look at his


    face."’


    Robin increased the image''s rity and gasped in recognition when the face was clear enough. “Mr.


    Faymon. that''s Chandler!”


    Curtis reached over and erged the still image of the perpetrator''s face until even the other man''s


    face, concealed by the cap. could be seen. "Go and find out where Chandler is.”


    Robin assented and stepped aside to make a call.


    Phyllis stared at the man in the cap on the screen. “This fellow looks like the old traditional medicine


    practitioner of Shvomhid Mountain!"’


    Are you sure?"’ Curtis said, gazing at her in surprise. “He''s still alive and well?”


    "He always has been.” Phyllis returned liis gaze, puzzled. "What have you heard. Mr. Faymon?”


    "Do you know how we can find this person?"’ Curtis'' grip on the coffee table tightened. Her words could


    mean hope, but they might be negative too.


    After a moment''s thought. Phyllis went to the counter and checked the calendar. "You won''t find the


    traditional medicine practitioner if you go with a specific intention to meet him. However, on the twenty-


    eighth of every month, he will be at the cemetery paying his respects to liis fiancee, and you will run


    into him there. As it''s the twentieth today, it''ll be another eight days.”


    Curtis frowned at those words. It would be another eight days of Rayna being in thepany of those


    two who had taken her. Being at a loss, he did not dare take the risk.


    While he was hesitating about the next course of action. Robin returned after making his call. “I have


    contacted Chandler’s manager and assistant. Mr. Faymon. who verified that he has been shooting liis


    scenes in the northern district of Norwal City and had been too busy to return.”


    As he made liis report. Robin received a video bearing a geotag. Curtis took the phone and watched


    the footage containing Chandler, pausing halfway through to study Chandler''s face closely.


    The recollection of the man he had seen on the surveince cameras shing across his mind, he


    brought the phone up to make a side-by-sideparison and dered a momentter. “They are two


    different people. Robin."’


    Having noticed the differences Curtis had picked up. Robin answered. "Indeed. While Chandler


    resembles the man caught on the surveince cameras, their frames differ slightly. Besides. Chandler


    has a mole near his left eye. and the fellow on the surveince footage does not.”


    Curtis returned the phone to Robin and ordered. "Find out if this person is rted to Chandler.”


    In the meantime. Rayna heeded Jensen and did not take a single step out of the room within the


    beachside mansion. She waited there alone until she was starving, but Jensen was still nowhere to be


    seen.


    asional noises of the traditional medicine practitioner sounded downstairs in the living room.


    Rayna was sleeping soundly on the couch in the bedroom when a loud bang from downstairs startled


    her awake. Then came a deranged roar from the traditional medicine practitioner. “Why is this


    happening? It can''t be. It shouldn''t have been. Thest bundle of herbs is gone. How could I have


    failed? It had worked all along. The blood parasites would be drawn out if I could just make quingot. It


    works. I know it does. How could I have failed? I will not fail. I will not! She is still awaiting my medicine.


    I will not disappoint her.”


    Rayna hugged herself, terrified by his manicughter sounding incessantly from down the stairs. Then,


    when she realized the possibility of the traditional medicine practitioner directing liis anger toward her.


    she leaped up from the couch in search of a hiding ce.


    A series of hurried footsteps sounded from the corridor outside the room, apanied by the


    traditional medicine practitioner''s mutters.


    “Without serendipity grass. I cannot make the quingot. and without it. I cannot lure the parasites out. If I


    cannot do that. I will take them alive!” Armed with a surgical de, the traditional medicine practitioner


    arrived at Rayna''s bedroom. He was about to push the door open, but he found out it was locked, and


    it was even stranger as it was locked from the outside. Furthermore, the lock was a fingerprint scanner.


    The traditional medicine practitioner''s eyes grew red with anger. "Jensen Morag!”