His Precious Love

Chapter 589

There were many islands in the world with optimal temperatures all year long. Not knowing where Jefferson went, they could only investigate all islands. It was a difficult task, so there was still no news.

“I should be the one thanking you,” said Theodore. “You spent the past few months traveling around for Jasmine and me. Otherwise, you could've dealt with the matter between you and Rayna earlier. Thanks, Curtis.”

Wyatt protested, “Hey, don't just thank Curtis. I worked hard, too! My efforts are as much as Curtis'. Why am I being overlooked?”

Hearing that, Theodore chuckled and gave him a fist bump. “Thank you.”

James brought them a few cups of coffee.

The coffee was aromatic and rich, but Curtis stared at the cup without taking it up. He couldn't help but wonder about Rayna. Two months have passed since then. Her belly must've grown in size.

That thought made him feel so uneasy that he propped his forehead on his palm.

A while later, Curtis said, “One week ago, I went to Yartran to attend Boniel's funeral. The Terblanc family members were all there except for Jefferson.”

The Terblanc family had a long and illustrious history in Yartran. They were involved in a variety of industries, gaining a well-deserved reputation for excellence and success. The family's legacy was one

of distinction and honor.

The death of Boniel, who was the director of Terblanc Group, had spread all over the world. It was impossible that Jefferson had no idea about his death, so the only possibility was that Jefferson deliberately chose not to attend his funeral.

Theodore asked, “Did Boniel leave a will?”

Curtis revealed, “Yes. The lawyer read Boniel's will in front of the Terblanc family. Jefferson will inherit Boniel's assets, including Terblanc Group. Jefferson's absence led Arnaud to declare temporary control, stating that Jefferson was recuperating abroad. However, Boniel had the support of some Terblanc Group shareholders, who now back Jefferson. As a result, even if Arnaud temporarily takes control, he will not have actual power because some shares are locked and cannot be transferred to him.”

Curtis had brought his men with him to Yartran for Boniel's funeral out of fear that Arnaud might cause unrest if the will left all of Boniel's assets to Jefferson.

To his surprise, Boniel had already made the arrangements for Jefferson. Arnaud could never gain full control of Terblanc Group.

“So Boniel favored Jefferson and left everything to him, huh?” Wyatt caressed his chin thoughtfully. “If I were in Arnaud's shoes, I'd feel uneasy seeing my father give more preference to another son over me.”

Curtis thought over it and said darkly, “Arnaud fought with Jefferson for years but has gotten nothing for

his efforts. I believe he won't give up and will plan something soon.”

“For Arnaud to obtain Terblanc Group, he will require Jefferson to draft a letter surrendering his inheritance from Boniel voluntarily.” Knowing what he meant, Theodore frowned. “He'll do his best to find Jefferson.”

Wyatt suddenly asked, “Arnaud hates Jefferson. Will he kill Jefferson after getting the letter?”

Curtis shot him a menacing look.

“Don't glare at me, Curtis. That is highly possible.” Wyatt's tone was serious. “Arnaud has planted many spies beside Jefferson, so he'll definitely find him faster than us.”

James knew it was time for him to take action. “I'll keep an eye on Arnaud's men to see if there are any traces of Rayna. My sister is pregnant with triplets, so her pregnancy poses a greater risk than a typical one.”

“No wonder I found you familiar.” Theodore finally realized who he was. “Why do you look like this?”

“He faked his death after killing Naomi and ate a pill James gave him,” Wyatt explained. “After getting a new identity, he returned and has remained by Kristie's side ever since.”

Theodore regarded James and commented, “I thought Kristie purposely found someone like you as an act of spite.”

James touched his face silently.

Is my face that ugly? Why does everyone hate it?

Curtis' anxiety merely increased after he heard James' words. However, he could only remind James to be careful as he couldn't stop James from helping out.

Right after that, his phone rang.

It was Tilly, sounding tense. “Mr. Faymon, we have a problem. Immediately after you left the company, Mr. Tylinski held a press conference claiming responsibility for leaking Faymon Group's collaboration with Ocean International and other partnership documents. We tried to intervene, but the police have taken him away.”

“What a fool!” Curtis' expression turned grim.

He did not expect that Gabriel, who had worked for him for years, would act so impulsively.

It was obvious Gabriel was taking the blame for someone else.

Tilly added, “The media blew up the matter swiftly. The PR department is already on it, but the share prices are dropping continuously. When will you return?”

Curtis ordered curtly, “Tell the PR department to deal with it. I'm not going back as I'm going to the police station later.”

“Got it.”

After the call ended, Wyatt arched a brow and asked, “Did something happen at the company?”

“No.” Curtis sent Stella's photo to Wyatt. Calmly, he instructed, “Investigate this woman's background. Find out everything about her and whether she had plastic surgery.”

Wyatt pulled out his phone to see who it was. He was surprised to realize that the pretty woman was someone he knew.

“Isn't this Stella Zink? She works at your company.”

Suddenly, Wyatt fell silent and enlarged the photo to observe her delicate brows. Perhaps Stella's brow bones were uneven, making it impossible to balance her eyebrows.

Previously, Wyatt spent almost a month torturing Gianna, who eventually divulged that the woman who assisted her was attractive. However, nobody could recall what she looked like, except that her brow bones were uneven, resulting in imbalanced eyebrows.

That was the only clue Gianna gave, so it was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Wyatt used his connections to find every woman who Gianna came into contact with. He presented her with photos, but she confirmed that none of them was the woman who assisted her.

“Curtis!” Wyatt turned over his shoulder to ask Curtis a question, but the latter was already gone. He glanced at Stella's photo and dismissed his suspicion.

Stella and I have no bad blood between us, and she doesn't know Jessica, so it's unlikely that she would have helped Gianna out of kindness. I don't think Stella is that capable, either.

Curtis drove all the way to the police station. He talked to the police to request to meet Gabriel in the police cell.

He was brought to the cell Gabriel was locked in. Through the metal door, he saw Gabriel hugging his knees on the bed, seemingly deep in thought.

Curtis came to a stop outside the door. “Gabriel Tylinski.”

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“Mr. Faymon.” Gabriel's lips trembled.

Curtis stared at him. “You've been working for me for several years, so I know you well. I don't believe you would have leaked Faymon Group's confidential information. Do you know something I don't?”

Gabriel remained silent.

Curtis took two steps forward, coming closer to him. In an imposing manner, he demanded, “Do you know Stella was the one who instigated Mrs. Xavier to kill Jasmine?”

Gabriel’s silence indicated that Curtis' suspicions were correct. A cold smile nudged his lips as he added, “You know she's the one behind everything. Why didn't you tell me but took the blame for her instead?”