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.

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 holding a map in

ex-husband. He had been to their house a few times in the past, but the man was

Why is he here?

Faymon’s cousin. I think he’s

he turned and saw James’ dark and murderous expression, he shuddered violently. “Do you have a grudge against

further away with his firearm in hand to find a hidden spot. Using the shrubs as cover, he propped

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

a move within the country, thus resulting in the matter getting to Rayna’s knowledge, he would have finished Julian

himself up to me on a silver platter,

Calm down, James! That’s Mr. Faymon’s cousin.” Cillian quickly crawled over, fear inundating him at the sight of James

Faymon has given me the authority to deal with newcomers however I

upon it, Cillian felt that it made sense.

and pulled the trigger. A muted whizz split the air, only to be promptly replaced by the buzzing of

window of the vehicle ahead had already

another bullet shot through the air, puncturing the left

drawing back at lightning speed. Then, both jeeps turned around and sped off as though the hounds

thought they were incredible since they came

much better after shooting Julian in the arm

a scumbag isn’t worthy of my

on his chest. In the next instant, he saw a fair and

was at a

all my years, even Kristie never dared to be so

his face, Curtis moved the foot away. After getting up, he found Rayna sprawled on the other end of the bed in an

and pulled her

get up right after doing that, but he ended up leaning close and

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