His Precious Love

Chapter 85 Even Kristie Never Dared

“Nothing will happen since there are a few of us patrolling below,” Cillian reassured. Handing the binoculars to James, he urged, “Quick, take a look at Ms. Garland and Mr. Faymon, James!”

James took the binoculars from him and looked in the direction of the coordinates given.

A couple appeared in the lenses, kissing while crouching by the roadside. The man was none other than Curtis, but up at that angle, one could only see the woman with her head tilted, her features indistinguishable.

He merely took a single look before tossing the binoculars back to Cillian. “You’ve got quite a wide range of hobbies that you even like spying on Mr. Faymon! Why don’t you snap a picture of it?” he mocked with a sneer.

In response, the latter chuckled. “I was merely concerned about his safety and happened to see that. I told you there must be something between Mr. Faymon and Ms. Garland. I was right, huh?”

“Has that got anything to do with you?”

“Nope, not at all! I was just being nosy! Anyway, James, before you arrived, Ms. Garland even asked me about you, saying that she wanted to see you. Say, what did she mean by that?” Cillian questioned.

Wiping the gun in his hand with a cloth, James drawled, “I’m not interested in that.”

My main task is to ensure Mr. Faymon’s and that Ms. Garland’s safety. As for what she looks like and why she desires a meeting with me, I can’t be bothered to know, nor do I want to see her.

“But I can’t shake off the feeling that—”

Rubbing his head, Cillian wanted to speak further, but James snarled lowly beside him, “Shut the f*ck up! Go over there and look around. Do you not want to get paid anymore?”

“Aye, aye, I’m going over right away.” Cillian swiftly scrambled away with the binoculars in hand.

He patrolled the other end of the mountain with the binoculars. As the binoculars swept over the distant forest and ground, there was a fleeting glimmer of light. At once, he turned them back and took another look.

“There’s movement, James! There are two incoming jeeps!” Cillian reported in a low voice, not daring to take things lightly.

Crawling over, James grabbed the binoculars from his hand.

the road a distance away, one after another. After adjusting the binoculars, he glimpsed a familiar figure in the backseat of the vehicle in the front, and the man seemed to be

him to be Rayna’s ex-husband. He had been to their house a few times in the past, but the man was too

Why is he here?

Faymon’s cousin. I think he’s a relative of

expression, he shuddered violently. “Do you have a grudge against him, James?

his firearm in hand to

was a Granatanolan JKM2876, the best

and Julian divorced amicably because they could no longer live with each other. Later, he found out from Roxanne that Julian cheated on Rayna and

would ferret him out should he make a move within the country, thus resulting in the matter

has offered himself up to me on a silver platter, it’d be foolish of me not to

cousin.” Cillian quickly crawled over, fear inundating him at the

the authority to deal with newcomers however I

it, Cillian felt that it made sense. Still, he was a touch worried. “James, how

trigger. A muted whizz split the air, only to be promptly replaced

road had already descended into a panic. The car window of the vehicle ahead had already shattered, and the man in the backseat had taken a bullet to the arm, blood gushing out

puncturing the

with their hands trembling despite holding weapons before drawing back at lightning speed. Then, both jeeps

thought they were incredible since they came in the middle of

gun nonchalantly, feeling much better after shooting

isn’t worthy of my

on his chest. In the next instant, he saw

man was at a

years, even Kristie never dared to be so

dark expression on his face, Curtis moved the foot away. After getting up, he found Rayna sprawled on the other end of the bed in an awful sleeping posture. The linen skirt she was wearing had hiked

and

but he ended up leaning close and patting her

sitting up on the bed with much difficulty. Her face had been pressed against the wooden bed, so two long marks were