His Precious Love

Chapter 573

As soon as Rayna heard Curtis' reply, disappointment showed on her face. She went silent, staring down at the

orange in her hand.

After all, she knew all too well that the man was merely consoling her.

Upon seeing her all downcast through the rearview mirror, Curtis frowned. Unwilling to see her crestfallen, he was

just about to speak when his phone beside the gear selector rang.

He was driving and had no way of picking up the phone. Therefore, he connected the call to the car's Bluetooth

system before answering it.

“What is it?”

On the other end of the phone, Gabriel reported, “Mr. Faymon, Gianna has been found and escorted back to Norwal

City, so I instantly called you. Do you want to meet her, Mr. Faymon?”

The sound from the Bluetooth system was loud, so Rayna heard it as well.

She was stupefied at first. When she registered the meaning of those words, she lunged forward and raised her

voice. “Where is she?”

Swiftly reducing the speed of the car, Curtis glanced back over his shoulder and shot her an admonishing look.

Nonetheless, he couldn't bring himself to remonstrate her. “He can hear you just fine. Why did you launch yourself

forward? Sit properly.”

Intimidated by the warning look in his eyes, Rayna had no choice but to move back begrudgingly. Craning her neck,

she continued asking, “Speak up, Mr. Tylinski. Where is she? We'll go over right away.”

“Oh, Mr. Faymon, I didn't know you're currently with Mrs. Faymon.” Gabriel gathered his wits and divulged at once,

“We're at Mr. Lopez's clubhouse, Mrs. Faymon.”

Rayna's heart skipped a beat. Gritting her teeth, she barked, “Why are you calling me Mrs. Faymon? You've lost

your mind, Mr. Tylinski—”

Before she could finish her tirade, Curtis had already hung up the phone.

Rayna said nothing further.

When the car arrived at the clubhouse, she eagerly swung open the door and alighted no sooner had the vehicle

come to a stop.

Leaving Curtis behind her, she hurried up the stairs and entered the clubhouse. The moment she spotted a server,

she asked, “Which room is Mr. Tylinski in? Quick, bring me there!”

She was so agitated that the server jumped in fright.

By then, Curtis had already caught up to her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he surreptitiously pulled her into his

embrace so that she could lean against him if she got tired. “Calm down first. She won't be able to escape when

she's already been captured.”

“Shut up!” Rayna shot him a glare before she repeated her question and compelled the server to bring her there.

Having been brought to the private room, she caught sight of Gabriel the instant she stepped in. The latter was

speaking to a man. There was also another woman in a wheelchair, bound tightly with ropes.

The disheveled woman in the wheelchair jerked her head up and swung her gaze at the door.

“I thought Wyatt had arrived. Unexpectedly, it's you.” Training her eyes on Rayna, Gianna flashed her a baleful

smile. Her face and lips were deathly pale, her contorted face frightful.

Rayna shook off Curtis' hand and stalked over to the woman with a grim expression. Lifting her hand, she slapped

Gianna hard across the face.

Her palm landed crisply on Gianna's cheeks seven or eight times successively, alternating between both sides.

She exerted all her strength without an ounce of mercy. Gianna's head rocked from side to side, and blood oozed

out the corner of her mouth.

Despite the excruciating pain, she didn't even make a single peep. She raised her head again and eyed Rayna,

grinning sinisterly.

The force of the slaps had turned Rayna's palm numb.

Fisting and loosening her fingers to dispel the feeling, she questioned Gianna icily, “Was it you who orchestrated the

deaths of Jessica's uncle and aunt before framing it on Wyatt?”

“Yes!” Gianna admitted openly before cackling like a maniac. “I was truly overjoyed to see Jessica and Wyatt hating

each other! It was downright gratifying!”

Hearing that, Rayna snapped and again slapped her twice.

Gianna leaned backward and almost tumbled over.

Taking two strides forward, Rayna stepped on the wheelchair's footrest to stop the wheelchair from turning over. “If

you've got a grudge against Wyatt, you could've just taken revenge on him.”

Subsequently, she grasped the woman's chin hard and demanded menacingly, “Why did you make a move against

Jessie?”

“It's all on Wyatt for loving her! If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state!” Gianna

sneered, meeting Rayna's gaze with deep-seated hatred blazing in her eyes.

Rayna lowered her head. It wasn't until she had scrutinized the woman for some time that she noticed Gianna's

skirt was flat and the bottom bare. Her right sleeve was also empty. In a flash, understanding dawned upon her.

“Wyatt only did this to you because you did something to deserve it. You've only got yourself to blame,” she

commented evenly.

“He provoked me first! I thought he really had feelings for me, but it turned out that he was merely using me to put

on a show for Jessica!” Gianna shrieked, animosity deluging her at the recollection of the past.

She gritted her teeth so hard that blood trickled out the corner of her mouth, hissing, “He was utterly ruthless,

severing my hand and crippling my legs before leaving me at the dumping ground. He ruined everything.”

At that precise moment, Gabriel interjected, “Don't take everyone for fools. Mr. Lopez's assistant told me that you

kept picking on Ms. Marsh after moving into the mansion. When Ms. Marsh ran a fever, you refused to call a doctor

for her but abandoned her to fend for herself. Furthermore, you put contraceptive pills into her milk.”

Sweeping a gaze over her, he continued, “If you felt that Mr. Lopez was using you, you could've just left. Instead,

you tyrannized his woman while taking his money. Serves you right for ending up in such a pathetic state!”

As Gianna swayed slightly, she cackled crazily. “Yes, I deserved it! But then, I'm ecstatic to see Wyatt in even worse

shape than me! Jessica was a total fool. If the knife had pierced his heart, he would've died! Haha... If that happens,

I'll definitely pay my respects to him at his funeral!”

Rayna had previously discussed the matter with Curtis, surmising that someone must be helping Gianna behind the

scenes. After seeing the news that went viral on the internet, especially, she was all the more convinced that the

mastermind was incredibly powerful.

Having listened to Gianna's remark then, she realized that the person pulling Gianna's strings had been keeping

tabs on Wyatt and Jessica all along. In fact, the mastermind might have even disguised himself or herself as a

housekeeper.

Rayna regained her composure and leaned toward Gianna. “You're a model with no power or influence, so you

don't have the capability to orchestrate all this. Who exactly is helping you?”

“Indeed, someone is helping me. Without her, I wouldn't have been able to take my revenge. But why should I tell

you her identity when I owe her a debt of gratitude?” Gianna tilted her head and regarded Rayna provocatively.

Rayna's eyes were fixated on her. “Are you not afraid of death?”

As though having heard the greatest joke of the century, Gianna burst into raucous laughter. “Haha, death?

Considering my present condition, I no longer care about that!”

“Do you also no longer care about your family?”

Gianna's pale lips turned up in a smirk, and she threw a look at the indifferent man behind Rayna.

“I recognize the man behind you. Besides, I know you're capable of locating my family and tracing back my

ancestry. Hah! I'm not afraid! Go ahead and do whatever you wish. Just kill my parents or my relatives. I don't care!

Haha... Why should I still concern myself about them when I'm going to die myself?”

Throwing her head back, she crowed uproariously, her laughter eerie. She appeared as though she feared nothing.

Such fury consumed Rayna that her hands shook, and she once again slapped Gianna hard several times.

Gianna's face was all swollen, her features no longer discernible. She licked her blood-stained teeth before

lamenting in regret, “I thought I would see Wyatt. How disappointing!”

“Oh, are you that eager to see me?” As a languid voice rang out, someone stepped into the private room.

Wyatt strolled in and stopped before Gianna.

At the sight of him, Rayna's brows knitted together. She wanted to say something, but Curtis pulled her away.

Wyatt stood right in front of Gianna with a smile tugging on the corners of his lips. “If I don't come and see you, I'll

disappoint you.”