His Precious Love

“It is quite surprising.” Jefferson finally spoke, his voice calm. “It seems like Curtis and Jasmine reached

some sort of agreement and got engaged to put on a show for the public.”

“Faymon Group’s problems did not affect Sanders Group much. I heard Jasmine managed to get herself

a spot at the executive level of Sanders Group. Mr. Sanders even wants to give her the company’s

shares.”

“Curtis is so generous,” Jefferson remarked. “With just an engagement, he helped Jasmine get rid of her

label as an illegitimate child and enter Sanders Group.”

“Who knows? Maybe Curtis wants both of them,” Naomi jested. “Although Jasmine is an illegitimate

child, she’s shrewd. That’s obvious from the fact that she survived in the Sanders family.”

Taking off his glasses, Jefferson rubbed his temples and said indifferently, “I don’t care about what he

wants. All I want is Faymon Group. Has Chester revealed anything?”

“How could he give in so easily?” Naomi drew circles on his chest with her finger, adding, “He’s hoping to

ruin Faymon Group with those shares in his hands and become the boss himself.”

Jefferson curled his lips up at that, the disdain in his eyes evident. “He’s been in the business circle for

decades, yet he still can’t see through Curtis’ little trick.”

He went on in a stern voice, “Force him to speak. He has two sons, doesn’t he? He can choose which

one he wants to keep.”

With a chuckle, Naomi bit his ear playfully. “You’re so brutal. Faymon Group is a huge company. Aren’t

you scared that it will be too much for you to stomach?”

“Then I’ll pull it apart and swallow it little by little.”

“How about me?” Naomi purred as she held him tightly and leaned against him. Her lips slowly traveled

toward his cheek, but he turned his head to the side and said softly, “I still have matters to attend to. You

should leave first.”

“Jefferson.”

“Leave,” he repeated in a harsher tone.

Naomi looked at him unhappily. Eventually, she let go reluctantly and left the study.

When Jefferson was finally left alone, he tugged at his tie and opened the audio file again. While the

deep voice from the recording echoed around the study, the look in his eyes turned frosty.

He slammed the laptop shut the next instant, his action so forceful that cracks appeared on the laptop

cover. Veins could be seen bulging from his arms as he clenched his fists.

After sitting in silence for a while, he fished out his phone and dialed a number.

“Ringo, I need you to do something for me.”

Upon hearing Jefferson’s detailed instructions, Ringo refused him for the first time. He said worriedly,

“Mr. Hamilton, the doctor said that you should—”

“Ringo, you were never so talkative before,” Jefferson cut him off.

“Mr. Hamilton, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

“Are you going or not? I’ll look for someone else if you aren’t.”

Following a moment of silence, Ringo answered helplessly, “I’ll go.”

At night, Rayna had a strange dream.

She dreamt that she changed her name in a hurry after escaping back from Yartran and married Julian.

While they were exchanging rings on the altar during their wedding ceremony, Jefferson suddenly

showed up.

Without a word, he smiled at her and whipped out a gun before killing Julian with one shot.

The loud bang in her dream jolted Rayna awake.

She sat up and wiped the cold sweat off her forehead, muttering, “Why would I dream of something like

that?”

I haven’t been in contact with Julian ever since we divorced, and I never saw Jefferson again after that

rainy night. Why would they suddenly appear in my dreams?

Soon, Rayna washed up and walked out of her room while yawning. When she was about to descend

the stairs, she thought of Curtis and turned around to knock on his door.

“Mr. Faymon.”

She couldn’t even remember how she pulled herself through the night before. Every time Curtis got his

phone, she would be on edge for fear that he would do something shocking.

It’s been twelve hours. He should be sober by now, right?

The door was opened not long after. Curtis was in his pajamas with his hair tousled, but he looked as

elegant as ever.

Flashing Rayna a smile, he greeted, “Morning, Sweetheart.”

S-Sweetheart?

Rayna paused mid-yawn and gawked at Curtis.

He looks like his old elegant self, but there’s this soft and confused look in his eyes. This is not the

normal Uncle Curtis I know!

Rayna clutched her chest and stammered, “D-Did you drink again last night?”

“Oh, I think so.” Curtis thought about it and explained, “I drank the wine inside that huge glass jar in the

kitchen. It tastes good, but it burned my throat a little.”

Rayna was speechless.

I should have thrown that jar away. Why did I place it in the kitchen?

“Sweetheart, your clothes are untied.” Just then, Curtis noticed the loose ribbon on Rayna’s blouse and

stepped forward to fix it for her. As he did that, his fingers accidentally grazed against the skin on her

waist.

Rayna instantly shuddered and stumbled backward with a blush. “I’m going to make breakfast. What

would you like to eat?”

“You can cook whatever you want. I’ll enjoy them regardless, Sweetheart,” Curtis said while gazing at her

gently.

He… He’s such a flirt!

Rayna could not stay there any longer. She turned around and bolted downstairs as though her life

depended on it.