Chapter 427 Under Surveillance

In the room dominated by a grand bed, silk curtains of intricate designs and vivid colors danced lightly, a testament to Davey's eye for detail and depth of treasure for Casey.

Davey, with a gesture as tender as the morning light, tucked a loose strand of hair behind Casey's ear, his gaze heavy with unspoken affection.

Just then, a soft knock interrupted the quiet of the room. "Come in," Davey invited.

Into the room stepped a woman, her vision framed by black glasses, dressed in the stark contrast of a white shirt and black pants. She was Jimena Hinks, entrusted with the health of the Glyn family as their private doctor.

Noticing Davey by the bed, Jimena offered a bow of respect and voiced her inquiry, "Mr. Glyn, should I administer acupuncture to her now or later?"

"Now," Davey stated with a calm that filled the room.

"Very well."

Davey made way as Jimena drew closer, preparing the space with a professional ease and starting with a head massage meant to soothe Casey into the treatment. Jimena's hands moved with precision, betraying a dedication to her craft.

Despite the countless times Jimena's hands had performed these motions, Casey's beauty never ceased to dazzle Jimena.

Casey was such a beauty that almost all men would pause in wonder whenever they laid eyes on her. Time had only added layers to her allure, crafting a presence that could stir envy and admiration in any onlooker, not just men.

Davey's choice to shield Casey away in this secluded sanctuary, hidden from the world's eyes for years, suddenly seemed like the only sensible thing to do.

One by one, each slender, sharp needle found its place in Casey's scalp, meticulously activating each acupoint with a gentle precision.

Davey watched this process unfold, his attention unwavering. Despite Jimena's near-decade of service, his trust in her remained guarded, much like his trust in anyone else.

Davey waited silently, until Jimena began the careful removal of each needle after thirty minutes.

It was then that his phone broke the silence, prompting Davey to answer. "What's the matter?"

the other end

on the phone, Davey's eyes remained glued on Casey and Jimena's methodical

"It varies. For some, a month. For others, two, even

injection is given, will things really happen as you've

poisoned blade. "Katie, it seems

I just..."

in sharply, his patience frayed. "I'm not your father. I don't have time to

work it

definitive click, Davey

a sharp exclamation cut through the

Jimena, standing

concern, closed the distance between him and Casey. A thorough look reassured him. Casey was undisturbed, her peace

eyes sparking with an icy warning, sending a wave of intimidation crashing over

words faltered, trapped

solitary drop of blood on Casey's finger. "Did you harm her?" His voice, though laced with worry, demanded

was because..." Jimena barely began before a sudden

Davey's hand connected sharply with Jimena's face. "Ah!" Jimena was sent tumbling to the floor with a startled cry. The slap resounded sharply, leaving its

numb, as a trickle of blood edged its way from her mouth, a

a semblance of a smile. Yet, the warmth of his voice belied the coldness of his words, sending a chill

time," he stated, a simple phrase heavy with

uttering these words before lingered with haunting clarity. The individual he had warned previously vanished after a second misstep, only to be discovered later by fishermen, a nameless victim of

the door had revealed the fate of

bodyguards had managed to secure

carried a grave finality, a declaration that there would be no tolerance for a repeat offense. Overcome with fear, Jimena stifled any words

Davey's command was

clumsy yet quick. Despite her disarray, she made sure to close the door behind her, a small act

Jimena caught a glimpse of Davey on his knees, cradling Casey's delicate fingers as though they

downstairs, her mind racing

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