Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 302

"Jenna..." Trevor wanted to stop her but it was already too late. "Quick. Follow her and protect her. She's pregnant with a child." He instructed the young man next to him.

These bodyguards had all been personally trained by him in the past, and he had always treated them well. Even though he had been paralyzed for the past few years, the moment he woke up and wanted to look for them, all of them returned with merely a phone call.

He watched Jenna's figure far away with a worried heart, and shook his head. He regretted telling her this news. Initially, Minnie would probably be the only victim, but now that she had known about it, who knows if she'd do anything under impulse? This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Trevor's expression was solemn.

Jenna had been through so much hardship, yet her kind-heartedness had never changed. This was the part of her that he admired the most!

"Rayan, please, take me to Brock." Jenna rushed to the front desk. Rayan was sitting gracefully on the couch reading some newspapers, and his brows furrowed every once in a while. She rushed up to him within a few steps and pleaded while she held his hand, and her eyes were full of worry.

"What's wrong?" Rayan was shocked by Jenna's behavior. He sat up straight and looked at her with a puzzled face as he kept the newspapers.

"Rayan, let's go. Hurry up. I have no time to explain it to you now. Take me to Brock, please." Jenna put her hands together, making a pleading gesture, and pulled onto his arms, wanting to leave.

Rayan pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and grabbed Jenna's hand.

"Jen, are you sure you want to do this?" His voice was calm, neither anxious nor impatient. "It's not that easy to go to Brock's place."

Jenna didn't have time to think about it. She just nodded her head in a hurry, with beads of sweat dripping on her forehead.

"I have to go and save her. We don't have much time. I'm worried that we won't be able to make it on time," she said fretfully. "It doesn't matter where she is. I have to go find her."

"You? Are you sure you won't end up being a victim yourself?" Rayan gave her glance. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

"Rayan, we have no other choice. If there is a chance to save her, then we must try. I know that you're capable, and you know how to deal with all sorts of people. I can only beg you now," she said with a distressed face. She was concerned, and her voice had a crying tone.

"Aih!" Rayan shook his head and sighed. "Silly girl. She treated you so badly yet you're still being so kind to her."

At that moment, Jenna was a little stunned. She didn't tell him whom she was going to save, but it seemed as if Rayan already knew. Did he already know about everything?

However, she didn't have the mood to ask these questions. She just dragged him outside.

"Alright, I'll bring you there. But promise me that once we get there, you'll listen to my instructions and not make any impulsive moves." He ordered as he nodded and approved, worrying that she would do something dangerous out of impulse. After all, she was still pregnant. Honestly, he felt that it wasn't worth the effort to save a woman like Minnie.

"Alright, I will do it. I will listen to your instructions." Jenna nodded repeatedly to show agreement, knowing that she would be depending on him.

Seeing that he had no other way to stop her, Rayan shook his head and brought her out.

On the beach of the vast ocean, the dark night hung over the surface of the ocean like a big net. The night sky was silent, and a cold wind blew across the sea. The night of New Year's day was extraordinarily cold.

Brock stood in the cabin of the ship, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his fierce and ruthless eyes. The huge scar on his face twitched every once in a while as he smoked his cigarette. The light altered from dark to bright, like a wildfire in the night.

There was only a dark circle of light on the ship. The ship was anchored at a dark and unnoticeable corner so that it wouldn't attract any attention.

Several figures approached the ship and hopped onto it.

Muffled cries came from the sack they were carrying.

"Boss, we've caught her." Damon stepped forward and exclaimed.

"What about the money? Did you get the money?" Brock didn't bother looking at the person they were carrying. He was more concerned about the other five million. According to the contract, he would be paid five million first, and then paid the other five million after they have successfully caught the girl.

"Yes, it's here." Damon took out a black leather suitcase. Brock opened it and shone a torchlight onto it. Seeing that it was filled with stacks of newly minted cash, he nodded, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"That woman is all yours. Enjoy her while you can, and get rid of the baby in her womb as soon as possible. The moment our helicopter arrives, we have to leave immediately," Brock said maliciously as he waved at them.

"Alright. Thank you, boss." Damon led the two men to the cabin.

"Ah, don't!" In an instant, the scream of a woman was heard.

"Damon, you can go first. We'll do it afterwards." The lustful voice of a man sounded, as heavy and hasty breathes could be heard.

"F*ck, hurry up. Someone grab her hands, and someone hold onto her legs. I'll take my pants off," a rude male voice scolded.

"Yes, boss." It was a rushed voice.

Soon, a shrill scream blared into the dark night sky.

But very soon, they stuffed her mouth, and darkness swallowed everything. All the crimes started to happen.

"Mr. Matthews, I've received news that Brock and his minions planned to leave after an hour. Jonas's helicopter will be arriving soon. If we don't catch him this time, it will be harder in the future." Christopher was leading his subordinates to surround and capture everyone left in Brock's lair. The initial plan was to nab Brock alive at twelve o'clock at midnight, but hearing this news made him a little worried.

That guy had probably received news about their plan and wanted to leave two hours earlier!

This caught him off guard. What made him even more worried was that he wouldn't be able to complete the mission that Hansen had given him. He had pledged to Hansen that he would capture Brock alive that night, and he would be able to interrogate him. After all, this matter had been delayed by him for a long time because he was concerned about the whole situation.

Hansen's furious face flashed across his mind. He felt chills run down his spine, and his intuition was filled with gloom. That's it. Hansen was definitely not going to let him get away with it!

"Firstly, the police of the neighboring district will form a team and rush to the beach to stop Brock. If they can't stop him, at least they will try to delay his departure, and we will surround him as soon as possible. We have to get Brock alive. He's the head of a drug trafficking organization. If we catch him, he'll be able to give us a lot of important clues and information, and we'll be able to capture the entire drug trafficking organization." Christopher ordered Charles Grote, the vice director of the police bureau, who was next to him.

After receiving the order, Charles quickly contacted the Public Security Department of the neighboring district.

The cold wind in the dark night ruthlessly engulfed the bright light by the sea.

A bloody smell diffused through the air above the ship.

All of a sudden, the sound of speedboats blared on the surface of the sea, and swiftly approached the ship.

Brock was holding Jennifer Owen as the both of them started to get intimate. They would be able to leave the place soon. Once the clock strikes ten, Jonas' minions would come and fetch them, and they would be able to escape on the helicopter.

It was only half an hour away to ten o'clock. The escape was imminent.

The men were still enjoying in the cabin, and their heavy panting could be heard every once in a while. He smiled in disdain.

Suddenly, a gunshot boomed in the night sky.

Brock was dumbfounded, and quickly realized that something was wrong. His expression changed drastically as he pushed Jennifer away and stood up.

"Don't move. You'd better surrender." A black gun was pointed at his back, and Jennifer screamed out of shock. She held her head and squatted at the side as she trembled with fear.

"Quick. Tell all of your men to put their guns down and surrender, or their only consequence will be death," John said with a cold and hard voice as he took the gun out of Brock's pocket and stuck it into his own. "Don't make unnecessary struggles, We Grand Eagles have had our eyes on you for a long time. We're all on the ship now, and we've got hold of all your men, resisting will only result in death," John yelled aggressively, his eyes were filled with ferocity and determination.

Alvin jumped up from the side.

"You didn't expect to be captured by us so soon, did you?" The moment he got up, he gave Brock a hard kick, took out a cold pair of

handcuffs, and cuffed them onto Brock's hands.

Hansen's heart was burning with anxiety. Jenna's face kept flashing in his eyes, as he wondered how she was doing.

As soon as his speed boat approached the ship, he quickly hopped onto the ship, but was stopped by someone next to him.

"Mr. Richards, we do not have complete control over the situation yet, it's dangerous to go up there," he said.

"Let go of me." Hansen could not wait any longer and glared at him. At that moment, the sound of guns started to go off.

A helicopter hovered in the sky, and guns were being shot from above. Fortunately, it was night time and the view was hazy. Hansen was forced to retreat to the speedboat.

"Quick. The criminal gang who has come to aid Brock has arrived. Shoot immediately," Hansen said to Alvin through the walkie-talkie.

Alvin immediately instructed the Grand Eagles to shoot at the helicopter.

A battle between the gunmen broke out in the dark night.

The people in the helicopter didn't expect Brock's ship to be taken control of. After a fierce battle, they could no longer put up the fight and retreated hurriedly.

Hansen took advantage of the situation and leaped onto the ship.

"Jenna, Jenna," he shouted in the ship anxiously and looked everywhere. He saw a man holding onto his pants as he was being restrained by the Grand Eagles, and realized something. A 'boom' sound went off in his brain. Darkness flashed before his eyes, and he almost fell to the ground.

With a "pong" sound, he rushed forward and kicked the man away. He shouted angrily as his veins popped across his face, "Where is she?"

"Mr. Richards, there's a woman here. I'm not sure if it's our young madam." A frantic voice came from the cabin.

Hansen's mind rumbled, and he quickly leaped into the cabin.

A woman laid motionless in the cabin. Her clothes have been removed and her lower body was full of blood and dirt. It wasn't certain whether she had fainted or was dead.

Hansen screamed with worry, "Jenna!"

At that moment, all the men in the cabin left in an instant.

Hansen quickly took his clothes off and draped them over her body. He bent down and took a closer look at the woman under the dim light. It was a face that looked like Jenna, but it wasn't Jenna!

It was Minnie!

He was taken aback for a moment, but then quickly came back to his senses, and a great sense of relief rose in his heart.

Jenna was alright. At least he was sure that Jenna did not end up in Brock's hands, meaning that Jenna would be fine. If so, where was she? He quickly started to worry again, could she have been kidnapped by them too?