His Precious Love

Chapter 78 You Are Mistaken

Only then did James lower his head and glance at her. "Oh, you're here too, Ms. Winton?"

Kristie stomped angrily.

"I'll just take this inside." Gabriel grabbed the bag in James' hands, hoping that he would just bring Kristie away. "You can take Ms. Kristie away to rest."

With that, he entered the room and shut the door. Everything was done within ten seconds.

"What are you looking at? Mr. Tylinski has already entered," said Kristie with a pout. "Carry me back now."

The veins on James' forehead throbbed. "Are your legs paralyzed?"

"I've been kneeling for so long that my knees hurt!" Kristie felt angry just thinking about it. "It's that old woman's fault! Why can't I ever win her? This is cursed!"

"Ms. Winton, she's only a few years older than you." James heard that the interpreter by Curtis' side was barely twenty-five years old, yet Kristie kept calling her an old woman.

Kristie glared at him. "She bullied me! How can you defend her? Did she send you as a spy?"

"You disrespected her, Ms. Winton."

"Regardless, I will definitely take revenge!" Kristie stomped angrily and extended her arms. "Carry me now!"

"Walk on your own."

"Fine! Are you disobeying me? I'll tell Curt!" shouted Kristie as she turned around, about to enter the room. Remembering that he had not received his seven-figure salary yet, James bent over and carried her.

"That's right!" sneered Kristie. Having changed dozens of bodyguards, she had no impression of any of them. James was the only one whom she liked more than the rest, though he was always rude to her. Lying in his arms, Kristie swung her legs arrogantly. "After we go back, you must help me apply the medicine to my hands. Also, change the flight to tomorrow morning. Cook for me today and send me to the airport the next morning."

"Miss, this is Tyrandas, not Chanaea. How am I supposed to cook for you?"

"I don't care! Think of a solution yourself."

Kristie continued, "Have you been in the underground circles in the past? Do you have those types of friends? Introduce some to me! They can quote as much as they want as long as they help me with something."

James had the urge to toss her out of the window. "Ms. Winton, that lady is here to help Mr. Faymon. She isn't much of a threat to you, so stop thinking of how to sabotage her."

"Who says that she's not a threat?" Kristie raised her voice. "She's a f*cking vixen who's pretending to be innocent! She only knows how to seduce Curt. What's so impressive about knowing an uncommon foreign language?"

James remained silent.

After a short pause, Kristie yelled angrily, "You're my subordinate! Even if I'm at fault, you must protect me. Yet, you keep defending that old woman! Are you her younger brother? I'm mortal enemies with that woman. If you're her brother, you'll be the first I kill. I'll show that woman how impressive I am!"

James rolled his eyes and chose to stay quiet.

Just bear with it. After I get my seven-figure salary, I won't have to serve this spoilt princess anymore! I can't deal with her.

The coffee grinder in the hotel was extremely exquisite and was allegedly an artifact from the nineteenth century. Unable to control herself, Rayna personally brewed two cups of coffee, one of which she passed to Curtis.

"Uncle... Mr. Faymon, have a taste." She almost bit her tongue.

For some reason, although she wanted to call him "Mr. Faymon," she ended up saying "Uncle Curtis."

"When there's no one around, there's no need to be so formal when addressing me," said Curtis. It was his third time seeing her bite her tongue, and it was amusing.

"It's fine. I can adjust." Rayna's expression looked unnatural. "Have a taste of the coffee, Mr. Faymon."

Right after Curtis took a sip, Rayna asked, "Does it taste good?"

"It's okay." Considering the poor taste, she had probably mixed up the steps when brewing the coffee. However, Curtis did not point that out to her since it was only her second time grinding coffee beans. There was always room for improvement for newbies, after all.

It was after saying it that he realized that he seemed to be overly generous with her.

Except for Kristie, he was very strict with everyone. If Gabriel brewed coffee poorly, his pay would get deducted. However, Curtis lowered his standards for Rayna today.

"Really?" Rayna felt proud after hearing Curtis' affirmation.

She had not forgotten how repulsed Curtis was with the first coffee she made.

However, after she picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, her face scrunched with a look of disgust.

What the f*ck? It's so bitter and acidic!

Smiling, Curtis said, "If you don't like brewing coffee, it won't taste good to you, Ms. Garland."

Rayna remained silent.

Although she had drunk quite some coffee when she attended business meetings at restaurants, none of them was as disgusting and acidic as this. But since Uncle Curtis has always been so picky, he can't possibly say that it's delicious on purpose, right?

Rayna stopped drinking the coffee and grabbed her phone.

"Huh? It's Thursday?" Rayna was stunned when she saw the date displayed on the screen. She had not noticed it when she had switched on her phone a few times earlier. "Wasn't it Tuesday yesterday?" Narrowing his eyes, Curtis crossed his legs and said calmly, "You got it wrong. It was Wednesday yesterday."

"But I remember that it was Tuesday!"

Rayna scratched her head, thinking that something was wrong.

I remember that I was sleeping in my room yesterday night. When I woke up, I was in Uncle Curtis' room. I recall that it was Tuesday, but somehow, I skipped a day, and it's Thursday now. Is my memory messed up?

"It was Wednesday yesterday. I even remember bringing you to eat at the restaurant at night," said Curtis before discreetly changing the topic. "Did Julian say anything else when he called?" Rayna's thoughts were immediately distracted. Jogging her memory, she shook her head. "No. However, I'm curious about why he's investigating my whereabouts. Is he working for Ms. Sienna?" "With Shawn as her adopted son, Ms. Sienna can't be bothered with Julian," Curtis rejected her guess. "Furthermore, she thinks that Julian is too timid to accomplish anything significant."

"He just has a bit of toxic masculinity. Actually, he's quite serious about work." Since he was her ex-husband, Rayna's heart still ached at the mention of him. Hence, she could not help but speak up on his behalf.

Curtis merely glanced at her without saying anything.

Rayna continued, "I initially thought that only you, Jefferson, and Ms. Sienna knew about this collaboration. It looks like others from the Faymon family know about it too."

"The Faymon family has eyes all over the Faymon Group." Curtis' expression remained the same. "Since Ms. Sienna can't secure this loot, she'd just divulge it to someone else as a favor."

Ever since Sienna ordered someone to assassinate Rayna, Curtis knew all of her subsequent steps clearly. He had also expected that the Faymon family would dispatch others over, just that Jefferson's appearance was surprising.

When Curtis crossed his arms over his chest, he looked mature and inexplicably charismatic. "After you're done, pass the phone to Gabriel. We'll leave at night."

"So soon?" asked Rayna hesitantly. "Isn't Julian coming? What if he's being tailed?"

"You don't have to worry so much. Gabriel's here."

Rayna nodded.

She had been exhausted for the past few days. If she could settle the collaboration earlier and return home, she would be extremely glad.

Rayna touched her neck and recalled the medicine which Curtis had instructed someone to send over. Just when she was about to thank him, her phone rang.

It was a call from Roxanne.

"I'm going to pick this call up, Mr. Faymon." After informing Curtis, Rayna stood up and went to the balcony.