His Precious Love

Chapter 195 I Want You Dead
Rayna rubbed the ring on her finger. Her expression unchanging, she uttered, “You don’t have the video at all. You just want to lure me here so it’ll be easier for you to make a move.”
“That’s right.” Meredith readily admitted, mocking her opponent’s naivety. “The man’s smart. He found someone with a similar build to Curtis and got him to film the video, but I didn’t expect you to fall for it so easily.”
“Everything he has given you, I can give you as well,” said Rayna in an attempt to buy herself as much time as she could. “In fact, I can pretend I didn’t see you here today.”
Meredith shook her head. She appeared crazed as she declared, “You can’t because I want you dead!”
At that moment, a pungent smell wafted into Rayna’s nose.
She couldn’t hold her breath in time, and in a matter of seconds, her vision became blurry. Before losing consciousness, she saw Meredith, who was covering her nose and mouth with a handkerchief, burst into maniacal laughter.
A few seconds later, Rayna passed out.
Meredith rolled down the car window to circulate the air before removing the handkerchief. Subsequently, she stared at the unconscious woman and hissed, “He said he wants to see her corpse, so I suppose it won’t be a problem if I dismember her limbs.”
“Do as you wish,” said the driver. “But you’re pretty ruthless.”
“She’s the one who put me in this predicament! I lost my man and my job!” She removed the knife from underneath the car seat, and the thrill of taking revenge was evident in her expression. “In fact, I’m going to send Julian a picture once I’m done with her.”
Meredith wanted him to witness his beloved woman’s death in her hands.
Exhilaration washed over her at the mere thought of that.
She then brought the knife down on Rayna’s neck.
At that moment, something rammed into the back of the car, diverting Meredith’s knife toward the car seat instead. Unable to pull the knife out, she cast a furious gaze out the window.
Are they blind? They can’t even drive properly!
Upon freeing the knife from the car seat, Meredith was about to make another move when the driver’s scream sounded in her ears. She looked over, catching a glimpse of a white sedan driving toward them at full speed.
“Ahhhh!”

Rayna’s eyelids fluttered open when she was woken up by someone vigorously shaking her.
She scanned her surroundings and quickly realized she was in an interrogation room. There was a police officer sitting across from her, and there was nothing on the table between them besides a notepad and a pen.
Impatience was written all over the police officer’s face as he queried, “Where’s the murder weapon?”
“W-What murder weapon?” Rayna was confused, unaware of how she ended up at the police station.
“You’ve murdered someone, yet you’re still putting on an act?” The police officer tossed a stack of photos onto the desk. Meredith was pictured in all of them, and in one of the photos at the top of the stack, she was lying face-down in a pool of blood. The scene was a gruesome sight to behold.
Shocked by what she had seen, Rayna leaned back in her seat. “How did she die?”
“You killed her!” The police officer slammed the desk in dismay. “You did it because you harbored resentment for her after she took your husband away from you, so where’s the murder weapon?”
“I didn’t!” she protested. “She tricked me into getting in the car so she could kill me. I was rendered unconscious by her, and by the time I woke up, I was here.”
“I think you’re just acting,” the police officer said icily. “We took your blood and ran some tests. There was no trace of drugs in your system at all. Besides, when we got to the crime scene…”
He handed the report of the blood test to her and pulled out the photo from the bottom of the stack.
“Your hands were covered in blood, but the murder weapon was nowhere to be found,” he continued.
Rayna stared at the photo, in which she was unconscious with blood on her hands. She then glanced at her hand and her arm, noticing it was still stained with blood. A look of disbelief crossed her face as she yelled, “What’s going on?”
I was definitely knocked out by a drug, so how could the blood test end up negative?
Meanwhile, it was far from peaceful outside.
By the time James caught up to the tracking device and arrived at the indicated location, the road was a complete mess. Multiple cars were utterly destroyed and barely recognizable while countless police officers and journalists surrounded the area.
The special ring he had given Rayna was lying in a pool of blood that had since dried up.
A sense of uneasiness arose within him, and he asked the police officer that was nearest to him, “What happened here?”
“The CEO of Faymon Group committed a murder.” The officer reckoned the news had already been published by various media outlets and didn’t bother concealing the truth from James. “Apparently, it was out of hatred as the victim stole her husband.”
“Was it Rayna Garland?”
“Oh, that’s right.” The officer sighed. “I just don’t get why she had to ram her car into another car. She could’ve just committed the murder and called it a day. What’s wrong with her?”
James instantly turned around, intending to head to the police station. Just then, he bumped into Curtis, who had just arrived at the scene.
“Someone plotted this and wanted to kill my sister,” said James with a grim expression. “She’s the CEO of Faymon Group. The company will suffer if she’s convicted of murder, so tell me, who did this?”
Knowing whose handiwork this was, Curtis uttered, “No one would dare harm your sister. I’ll take care of this.”
James clenched his hands, but ultimately, he refrained from acting rashly. “I had my suspicions from the very beginning, but now, I’m sure you’ve dragged her into the Faymon family’s internal strife.”
“I have my own plans.”
“You’re using her!” James grabbed hold of the other man’s collar and spat through gritted teeth, “My sister has given her all for Faymon Group, but you merely see her as a pawn!”
A crease appeared between Curtis’ brows. Disliking the feeling of being tugged at, he pulled James’ hand away.
“She belongs to Faymon Group. Naturally, she has to help me. But I have never once thought of her as a mere pawn.”
“Mr. Faymon, are you trying to mislead me?” James scoffed. “You’d better get her out of there in one piece. If there’s so much as a scratch on her, I won’t let the Faymon family off, least of all you!”
“Curt, what happened to you two?”
The tension in the air was palpable by the time Kristie arrived, with James exuding a murderous aura.
“What happened?” She held onto his hand. “Where did Rayna go?”