Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 66

Hansen glanced at her indifferently and walked out of the cave.

Jenna was embarrassed. Knowing that she had disturbed his sleep, she stood up and looked into the cave. It turned out to be a deep cave where there seemed to be sounds of water flowing. She couldn't help but feel curious about what kind of cave it was.

"Alvin, how is it?" After walking out of the cave, Hansen picked up the phone.

After a while, his face gradually became darker, his sword- shaped eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his gaze became sharp and unfathomable.

"Ah!" At that time, Jenna's scream came from the cave. It was a sharp cry. Hansen's heart sank, and he hurriedly kept his phone and ran into the cave.

There was no trace of Jenna in the cave, and her screams were more likely to have come from the depths of the cave. He felt that something bad must have happened so he quickly ran deeper into the cave.

"Jenna, don't," when Hansen rushed to the depths of the cave, he was shocked!

Jenna cried out sadly, "Car, the car." She was about to jump forward.

Hansen's heart skipped a beat. Jenna was about to jump off when Hansen rushed over and grabbed her hand in time and pulled her backwards.

"The car, the car," Jenna got up from the ground like a madman and was about to jump down again.

"That's enough of this madness!" Hansen's face was livid as veins appeared on his forehead. He shouted and violently pushed her to the ground. He was furious and shouted, "Do you want to die?"

In front of them was a river of unfathomable depth, dark and eerie. Hansen could not see how deep it was and had no idea where it led to. If Jenna jumped into the water, she would probably lose her life. He was afraid that he would not be able to save her by then. He was almost out of control looking at how Jenna was acting.

"The car, the car!" Jenna gripped the stones on the ground with both hands, pointed at the river, and cried out heartbreakingly. Her face turned pale, and she was on the verge of breakdown.

Car? Hansen's heart skipped a beat!

Just in case, he reached out his hand to pick her up and held her tightly in front of his chest. He turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone with one hand and shone the light downwards. On the riverbank, a red car was hanging precariously on a protruding stone. It looked like it would fall at any moment.

Obviously, if it wasn't for that stone, the car would have already fallen into the river and been washed away.

He took a closer look at the car, and realized it was the same Panacea Limousine that she had requested from him.

His facial expression froze and his pupils contracted. The strength in his hands increased as he held Jenna tightly and strode out of the cave.

"Let me go, I want the car," Jenna struggled and cried out in his arms as Hansen held her tightly, not letting her break free.

Outside the cave.

He threw Jenna on the beach, only to find that she laid on the sand softly and motionless.

He lowered his head to look at her.

She had actually fainted!

"Alvin, send a helicopter here right away," he dialed the phone and ordered in a deep voice.

Soon, a helicopter hovered above his head, and Alvin came out of the helicopter with several bodyguards. Hansen gave a few simple instructions before lifting Jenna, who had fainted, and boarded the helicopter.

The helicopter flew skyward.

When Jenna woke up again, she was lying on a big soft bed. She looked at it blankly and felt very familiar. She was in Collier Manor.

She was back!

Was the adventure on the isolated island over? Why did she come back?

She lay on the bed in a daze for a while, and the memory began to emerge.

Her face gradually turned pale, and all the pores on her body contracted. Slowly, she curled up into a ball. She saw the car, the one that had run over her father. It was on the riverbank of that river in the cave. It was going to fall off and be washed away. If that happened, she would lose the only evidence she had found.

Her father died miserably like that. There was no more evidence!

She felt depressed and miserable. Someone had deliberately attempted to destroy the evidence.

Her father's death was related to that car. It was a conspiracy! Hansen had once used that car to marry her, and the same car was the direct cause of her father's death.

The situation was becoming clearer and clearer. Who was it? How could that person be so cruel to kill her most respected father? If that person was dissatisfied with her, he should come at her. Why did he do that to her father?

Jenna was so heartbroken and in so much pain that she was sweating all over. She remembered that she wanted to rush to the river to retrieve the car when Hansen pulled her back and threw her onto the ground. Did he do that on purpose?

Did Hansen have something to do with that? Why did he bring her on the expedition to the island? If he intended to destroy the evidence, then why did he let her find the car? What did that mean?

Jenna struggled to get up and ran towards the living room. She wanted to confront Hansen and find out what's going on!

The living room was empty. Her mobile phone rang in the room. She returned to the room.

"Hansen," she called him in a hurry.

"Jen, it's me," Rayan's gentle voice sounded over the phone with a trace of anxiety, "What's wrong? I heard you crying on the phone last night. This morning, we saw a helicopter flew by. I heard from the staff over there that you fainted. Are you okay?"

Rayan asked hastily. He, who had always been calm and composed, was also in a mess. His tone was no longer so calm, but full of anxiety.

Jenna was stupefied. Last night, she was really complaining to him. She thought that Hansen had left her behind all alone and wanted to kill her, but she slept in his arms last night. She couldn't explain it. After all, it had nothing to do with him. How could she explain it clearly?

"Brother Rayan, it's okay. I'm fine now," she hurriedly reassured him. Her mind was overwhelmed and too preoccupied to explain in detail.

"Jen, did he abuse you or hurt you? What did he do to you?" Rayan was still worried.

"No, he didn't. Brother Rayan, don't worry. I have something to do now. I'll talk to you again when I'm free," she said perfunctorily and hung up the phone in a hurry, but she was getting more anxious.

She wanted to see Hansen and ask him clearly to get to the bottom of it. The car was there, and she couldn't let it fall down as the evidence would then be destroyed. She felt more and more determined to make things clear.

Suddenly, the door of the living room was opened and a woman dressed in a Richards' family's uniform walked in.

"Young Madam, you're awake."

"Larry? Why are you here?" Jenna yelled. Larry was the servant who took care of her when she was staying in Richards Manor. She was in charge of Jenna's meals and accommodation.

"Young Madam, Young Master said that you are not feeling well and ordered me to take care of you for a few days," Larry was in her thirties. She was polite and always did things in a simple and precise way. She was very sharp and courteous.

"Where's the Young Master? Where is he? I want to see him," Jenna asked anxiously.

"Young Madam, the Young Master said that you'd better stay here and rest for the next few days. Don't go anywhere," Larry said politely, but her words were firm. After that, she went into the kitchen and took out the porridge, bread, and cheese sandwiches. She put them on the table and said softly, "Young Madam, please have your breakfast."

Larry was standing beside her. Although she was being respectful, her whole body exuded an aura of awe. Jenna couldn't tell whether she was there to take care of her or to monitor her! She had to

sit down first because she was hungry.

A dazzling pink Lamborghini was roaring through the streets and caught the attention of everyone around it. The woman who drove the car was sexy, cold, and elegant and undoubtedly looked fashionable with her sunglasses on.

The car headed towards the majestic A city Finance Department. Aria casually parked in the compound and went straight into the office of the director of the Finance Department.

The spacious office was simple and unpretentious without any unnecessary decorations.

"I didn't expect you to be so diligent. This office is really simple and plain. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really are a good servant to the people!1' Aria walked into Norton's office and sat down on the sofa comfortably, crossing her legs as she spoke.

The simple office was even simpler than a middle-level leader in the Richards Group. Who would believe that he was really a righteous and honest government official? As expected, they were good at pretending. Aria's heart was full of disdain and sarcasm.

"Why are you here?" Norton looked up and saw Aria sitting on the sofa. His face suddenly changed, and he asked with great surprise and anxiety.

Aria put her bag on the sofa and slumped against it. She had an evil smile on her face. She was wearing branded clothes and was dressed in finery. It looked simply incompatible with the gray and white layout of the office.

Norton was a little dumbfounded. Seeing such a sexy woman come into his office openly would make people wonder what their relationship was.

"What are you doing here?" He cleared his throat and acted as if he was doing official business.

Aria raised her eyebrows and chuckled, but her voice was very sarcastic, "Mr. Norton, you sound like I'm not welcomed here!"

She stood up and walked enticingly towards Norton, who was sitting at the desk.

The smell of perfume was getting stronger. Norton was a little flustered and stood up at a loss.

"What, what are you going to do?" He walked around her and headed for the door to close it.

Aria snorted. People who didn't know him would think that he was an honest and uncorrupted man.

"Norton, why bother?" Aria smiled coquettishly and walked towards him.

As soon as Norton closed the door, Aria arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye. She dragged his hand and sat on the sofa with her charming eyes and enchanting smile.

"Aria, please take note of your image. This is an official government office. You should behave yourself," Norton sat down on the sofa opposite her and sat straight, looking upright and righteous.

Aria couldn't help but laugh out loud. She reached out her hand with red fingernails to touch his shoulder as she brought her face over. She sneered and said, "Forget it, Norton. You don't have to pretend in front of me. It's fine if you're pretending in front of Jenna. Do you think I don't know what kind of person you really are?"