His Precious Love

Chapter 161 I Will Kill You

That time around, Kristie caught his lips. From her clumsy yet eager actions, it was evident how much

she liked him.

James slowly placed his stiff hands over her waist. He held his breath when he felt her soft skin through

the thin fabric, and he pulled her closer till there was no space left between them.

Kristie was too addictive for him.

The two kissed fervently in the kitchen. Unbuttoning James’ shirt, Kristie planted kisses over his Adam’s

apple and collarbone. Every move of hers fanned the flames of the burning desire within him.

Just then, an ear-piercing ringtone sounded from the living room.

With that, James recovered some of his senses. Upon noticing that his shirt had been unbuttoned, he

quickly straightened it as his face darkened. “I’m going to take the call,” he said while putting Kristie

down.

“It’s a scam call. Don’t answer it!” The woman refused to separate from him, so she clung to him with all

her might and tried to stick her hand underneath his shirt. “Let me touch your abs. Don’t cover it. Just let

me have one touch!”

It took James quite some effort to peel Kristie off his body. He then strode to the living room to look for

his phone, leaving her alone in the kitchen.

Evidently, she was upset.

Gray Wolf’s abs must feel so good to touch, but he ran away before I could even touch them! How

annoying!

Just as she walked out of the kitchen, she glimpsed the sharp look flashing through James’ eyes while

he talked on the phone.

“If you dare to go to her, I will kill you,” he threatened the caller, his tone cold and murderous.

Stunned by the terrifying aura he was giving off, Kristie froze in her tracks.

James hung up the phone just then. At the sight of her frightened expression, the air of hostility

surrounding him dissipated, but there was still a hint of coldness on his face. “Ms. Winton, pack your

things. I’ll drive you to the film crew.”

“Okay.” Kristie nodded. A second later, she failed to suppress her curiosity, so she asked, “What

happened?”

“It’s none of your business.”

The woman was caught off guard for a second before anger overcame her. She picked up the flower

vase at the side and hurled it at James, yelling, “You’re acting as though you didn’t just kiss me earlier,

and twice at that!”

“You were the one who kissed me the second time,” he retorted.

“I’m not going to the film crew anymore. I don’t care if I have to pay the compensation. I’m mad!” With

that, Kristie stormed back to her room and slammed the door shut.

James massaged his temples in distress.

Indeed, women are unpredictable.

Meanwhile, Rayna felt energized after a long rest. Still worried about Faymon Group, she contacted

Naomi through the secretarial department and continued to work on the company affairs.

While she was on the computer, she discovered that the email application was inaccessible, perhaps due

to some plug-in problems.

After asking for Curtis’ permission, she headed to the study to use the computer there.

With so many of its factories closed down, Faymon Group saw a huge drop in its share prices. It was

something everyone had been paying attention to recently, so Rayna surfed the web after she was done

working.

As she scrolled through the news articles, she found out that Sanders Group had announced earlier in

the day that they had given twenty percent of the company’s shares to Jasmine.

It seemed like Faymon Group’s issue did not affect Sanders Group much despite the previous

announcement of Curtis and Jasmine’s engagement.

According to the information Kristie gave to Rayna, Jasmine had never received much love ever since

she entered the Sanders family. They continued to regard her as an illegitimate child, so she was not

given many opportunities in Sanders Group.

Since they decided to give her the company’s shares, it must mean that they were acknowledging her as

part of the Sanders family.

Rayna scrolled down the page and scanned through the other headlines.

Jasmine is no ordinary character, judging from how she managed to snag twenty percent of Sanders

Group’s shares without much fuss. I don’t think the other daughters of the Sanders family own more

shares than she does. Based on what Wyatt said last time, I’m sure Carl is Theodore’s son. In that case,

could Carl be related to Jasmine?

She was eager to find out the truth. If Carl was the child of Theodore and Jasmine, then Jasmine should

not marry Curtis. That would be too messy of a relationship.

“Huh?” While Rayna was deep in her thoughts, she seemed to have accidentally clicked on something

as countless video thumbnails popped up on the screen.

They seemed to be surveillance cameras footages.

Since Curtis was the only person living in such a huge mansion, Rayna thought it was normal for him to

install surveillance cameras. She randomly clicked on a file, only to see that it was the footage from the

day Naomi and the company executives came to the mansion for a meeting.

In the video, the group was seen heading to the second floor and did not come back down even after a

long time. Curtis also went upstairs using the stair lift.

Finding it boring, Rayna clicked on the fast-forward button until it was nighttime in the video. She saw

herself fainting in the kitchen and Curtis heading to her in his wheelchair. Afterward, he tried to wake her

up by patting her cheek while making a phone call.

The doctor came by to perform a checkup on her and left, then Curtis proceeded to feed her the liquid

medicine. It seemed like he had a hard time doing that, so he ended up taking the liquid himself and

feeding it to her with his mouth.

Rayna’s face turned as red as a tomato as she watched everything unfold.

My goodness. I can’t watch this any longer. This is so embarrassing. How could I make Uncle Curtis…

I’m so embarrassed!

“Ms. Garland.”

A knock came from the door at that moment, followed by Curtis’ deep voice. “Are you done working?”

“Y-Yes!” Rayna squeaked and hastily turned off the computer, fearing that he would come in on his own.

Soon, she opened the door and asked, “What’s the matter?”