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?"

on the other end belonged

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

asked. "It varies. For some, a month. For

if the last injection is given, will things really happen as

lightly, his voice as cold as a poisoned blade. "Katie, it seems you're still clinging

I just..."

"I'm not your father. I don't have time to

need to work it

a definitive click, Davey

sharp exclamation cut through

was Jimena, standing by the

him and Casey. A thorough look reassured

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

words faltered,

followed Jimena's, landing on a solitary drop of blood on Casey's finger. "Did you harm her?" His voice, though laced

Jimena barely began before a

sent tumbling to the

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

semblance of a smile. Yet, the warmth of his voice

time," he stated,

words before lingered with haunting clarity. The individual he had warned previously vanished after a second misstep, only to be discovered later

the fate of the unnamed.

the bodyguards had managed to secure half of the

a declaration that there would be no tolerance for a repeat offense. Overcome

Davey's command

stumbled in her haste to leave, her exit clumsy yet quick. Despite her disarray, she made sure to close the door behind

knees, cradling Casey's delicate fingers as though they were treasures, tenderly removing the dried blood. His expression, a blend of gentleness and

downstairs, her mind racing over the events that had just

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