His Precious Love

Chapter 736 First Meeting With Andrew

Rayna stared at it for a little longer, but she could not make out anything else.

Lifting her head to look at Curtis, she asked, “You haven't told me how you differentiate Yuna and Yasmin.”

“The two kids have different eyes,” Curtis slowly started. “Yuna has cloudier eyes while Yasmin has clearer eyes. They talk at different speeds too.”

Rayna's curiosity was growing more and more as she listened to Curtis' explanation.

She had been spending some time with Yasmin, but she never noticed those differences. “By the way, Yasmin's still unconscious. It doesn't seem too good for us to come out now.”

“It'll be fine. Yuna won't gravely hurt Yasmin, let alone when Cassidy is around,” Curtis reassured. “Both you and I won't be able to help out in any way in Yuna and Yasmin's matter. Only Cassidy can deal with this.”

“That's why you're making space for Cassidy and the twins?” Rayna quirked a brow as a merry look entered her eyes.

“That's right.” Curtis nodded in affirmation.

Robin, who was driving, glanced at Rayna and Curtis through the rearview mirror. “Mr. Faymon, will we settle Ashley's family's matter after this trip to the city center?”

Curtis' eyes darkened, and he turned to look out of the window. “If everything goes well, yes. If not, it'll be hard to say.”

Rayna glanced at Curtis. She knew what he was talking about—he was likely talking about Fernando's godfather, Andrew Zeller.

“I'm... thinking of leaving things as they are if we can't resolve it,” Rayna started. “Cassidy said that Mr. Zeller is on good terms with the civil servants here. If they get involved, things will become more complicated.”

Rayna was aware that Curtis had his hands full with her own matters, so she did not want to create more trouble for him and Faymon Group.

Curtis was taken aback by her words. “I thought you'd insist on seeing this to the end.”

“I have children now. Once a woman becomes a mother, she'll have more to worry about. Like the kids, I have to have you in my life,” Rayna somberly said to him.

“Okay, it's up to you.” Curtis reached out to pinch her cheeks. For a moment, he felt as if he was touching rose petals—her cheeks were really soft.

“What's wrong?” Rayna asked when she noticed his hand freezing midair. “Is something the matter?”

At Curtis' stare, Rayna touched her own cheek, but she found nothing strange about it.

“It's nothing.” Curtis took her hand and glanced outside. “Mr. Yeast, how long more until we reach our destination?”

Robin peeked at the navigation system and answered, “Soon. Around ten minutes and a little more.”

“By the way, will Cassidy still come?” Rayna was anxious about leaving Cassidy behind.

“She will,” came Curtis' confident response, however.

The car came to a stop outside a mansion. Rayna turned to Curtis and asked, “It's here?”

“Yes,” he said. “Let's go in first.”

The two of them then came down from the car and walked into the mansion's compound. Rayna sneaked a glance at the bodyguards in the yard and realized things did not seem as simple as Curtis said they were.

“These people...” Rayna cast Curtis a dubious look. “There are bodyguards here.”

She thought the owner of the house would be an ordinary person, but the design of the house and the bodyguards told her otherwise.

“Who is the owner of this house?” Rayna voiced her thought out loud. “You didn't tell me that things were like this.”

When Curtis noticed that she was looking at the towering bodyguards, he patted her shoulders and said, “Don't be afraid. I'm right here.”

“I'm not afraid. Are you hiding something from me?” A touch of anger crept into Rayna's chest. “It's not Mr. Zeller, right?”

As far as Rayna knew, the only ones whose place was set up in this way would either be a government official or Andrew Zeller.

“It is,” Curtis told her. Upon noticing her nervousness, he reassured her by saying, “J and the others are inside too, so don't worry.”

“I'm not. I just...” Rayna drew her brows together. “We were investigating him, but you're now at his place. Won't it...”

“I know what you're worried about, but remember, I'm here.” Curtis then held her hand and led her in.

J and Vance were in the spacious living room, and the two of them were reading a book. When they saw Curtis and Rayna, they came forward and said, “You're finally here.”

Curtis turned to J and quietly asked, “Shouldn't we be meeting somewhere else? Why are we suddenly here?”

“He sent his men to invite us here when we were on our way to our agreed location,” J softly explained before handing Curtis a book. “Do you want to take a look at this?”

Curtis did not take it, but Rayna did. “It's about Zeller Group's products?”

“Mmhm,” J responded. “We were supposed to be going to Sereagan Manor, but we were escorted here on our way there. We didn't have the numbers, so we didn't dare to enter a confrontation with them.”

Rayna raked her gaze across the people in the room. They were all unfamiliar faces, but some were wearing white lab coats, so she figured that they were on the team that came with J.

“James isn't here?” Vance asked Rayna.

It was then Rayna came back to her senses and realized that James was not around. “I'm glad he's not, or else we won't have anyone to back us up if anything happens.” Then, she walked over to a corner of the couch to sit down and started flipping through the book in her hand.

“How long have you been here?” Curtis surveyed his surroundings as well. He could see some wearing black suits, as well as white lab coats. There were even two young women around. Arching a brow at J, he asked, “Are they all your men?”

“Yes,” J answered. “We're all Mr. Faymon's men.”

Rayna lifted a brow at that. She thought that she had seen all of Curtis' men; she was not expecting to see unfamiliar faces around.

Curtis soon took a seat by her side. He saw that Rayna seemed to be enjoying her chat with J, so he did not say anything to interrupt her. However, he noticed that Rayna was giving him a long look every once in a while. Hence, he uttered, “I didn't mean to hide it from you. I just said nothing because I didn't want you to worry.”

“You make it sound as if I'm not worried now.” Rayna gave him a side-eye. “I hope this isn't a trap.”

Although they had not seen Andrew Zeller in person, everything they had learned about him so far told them that he was no kind-hearted man. Otherwise, he would not have used the people of a town as part of the research for his product.

“I'm glad Cassidy isn't here,” Rayna blurted out.

Her words made the man walking toward them pause in his tracks. “Mrs. Faymon, are you familiar with Cassidy?”

A deep voice of a man came from behind them, and Rayna turned to see a middle-aged man in traditional garb with a cane walking toward them.