Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 303

"Quick. Go and search again. Find your young madam." He ran out of the room and gave the order.

"Don't worry, Mr. Richards. They did not kidnap our young madam. They caught the wrong person. They thought that Minnie was Jenna and had captured her instead." Alvin came over with Barrett in his hand, and threw him in front of Hansen.

A gleam of light flashed in Hansen's fierce eyes as he stepped on Barrett's body. He yelled, "How did this happen?"

"Mr. Richards, we have indeed caught the wrong person. At that time, we saw that the other woman was dressed in plain and shabby clothes, while this woman was dressed like the young madam. The two of them looked alike, so we caught the wrong person." Barrett answered as he trembled in fear, and Hansen's foot was about to break his bones.

A smile spread across Hansen's face, and all of a sudden, he broke into laughter.

This. This was great. It was god's will!

"Get someone to send Minnie to the hospital at once. Alvin, let's go interrogate Brock now." Hansen ordered them calmly as he retracted his smile, then led Alvin to the cabin where Brock was locked up.

In the gloomy cabin, the dim light shook like a wildfire, and the pungent smell of mold invaded their senses.

After a while, Hansen's eyes finally adapted to the darkness in the cabin, and he glanced around in the cabin. It was a complete torture chamber. The tools of torture were specially designed, and the atmosphere was frightening and creepy. It seemed that Brock used this place a lot to manage his minions and followers. The corners of his mouth rose into a cold smirk.

Being apprehended by the Grand Eagles, Brock knelt on the deck of the ship with his hands cuffed as his head hung low.

"Do you recognize me, Brock?" Hansen asked coldly as he walked forward and sat down cross- legged on an iron chair.

Hearing Hansen's voice, Brock lifted his head. His gaze was cold and fierce, like an eagle's.

"What do you want? Now that I'm in your hands, it's up to you." He raised his head and asked haughtily.

Hansen sneered, as a piercing light flickered in his dangerous eyes.

"You sure are prepared to die. You'd better take a look at your situation." He scoffed, and then yelled, " Brock Moore, you'd better cooperate and answer my questions properly, or I'll make sure that you suffer so much that you'd rather die."

A savage glint flashed across Brock's eyes. "Mr. Richards, I'm only getting paid to work for someone else. I have nothing to say to you."

"Is that so?" The corners of Hansen's mouth curled into a chilly smirk.

"You'd better not play any tricks." Alvin grabbed him, forcing him to stand up. Then, he picked up an iron rod and smashed it on his knee.

Brock screamed and fell to the ground.

"Let me tell you. If you don't tell us everything today, I'll make sure that we use all these tools of torture on you at least once before the police arrive. I'll make sure that you won't die, but will live the rest of your life in pain instead." Hansen's voice grew colder, with no warmth at all.

Brock's arrogance started to subside, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes. Any one of these tools were able to cause excruciating pain, let alone all of them. Every time he punished his minions with these tools, he could see their screams and misery.

"What do you want to know?" He replied in a muffled voice, and his voice became much softer.

A cold smile appeared on Hansen's face.

"Brock, let me ask you first. Who ordered you to kill Javon Murphy in the car accident?" he asked sternly.

Brock looked around and pretended to be confused.

"Answer him." Alvin was furious, and picked up a large pair of pliers next to him. He said, "If you don't answer all the questions clearly today, I'll make sure your p*nis loses its function, and you'll never be able to enjoy women ever again."

He spoke as he started to pull down Brock's pants, with the pair of pliers slowly approaching his lower body.

Brock's lips quivered, and he quickly used his cuffed hands to protect his lower body. He instantly answered, "Mr. Richards, I was ordered by Norton Richards to do it."

"How presumptuous of you. Norton only told you to stop Javon from participating in the second day of the elections. He didn't tell you to kill him," Hansen shouted fiercely, seeing that he wasn't being honest.

"Mr. Richards, I told Leon the same thing, and only ordered him to break one of his arms or legs, but he drank that day and ruined the plan, killing him instead." Brock answered with an innocent-looking face.

"It looks like you won't tell the truth until you meet your doom," Hansen said coldly. He said to Alvin, "I'll hand him over to you. Ask him if he's the one who ordered someone to shoot you that day, and why he did that."

Hansen gave Brock a glare as he spoke, and then strode off to the deck of the ship.

After a while, Brock's screams rang from inside the cabin.

Hansen stood on the deck, with a frosty smile on his handsome face. He was sure that Brock would not be able to take such a torturous punishment. Alvin used to be part of the special forces team. He knew of many different ways to torture people during interrogations. Moreover, he had been shot by Brock's men once, and he had wanted to take revenge since then. It was the perfect opportunity for him to vent his anger.

Jenna's figure kept flashing in his mind. Where could she have gone?

She had no reason to leave Richards Manor these last few days. The banquet wasn't over yet, but she had disappeared all of a sudden.

At least she didn't fall into the hands of Brock, which he was thankful for.

Very soon, the intense screaming came to an end.

"Mr. Richards, he's willing to confess." Alvin walked out of the cabin.

"What did he say? Was he the one who ordered someone to shoot you? For what reason?" Hansen turned around and asked Alvin.

"Yes, it's him, Mr. Richards. It was just like what you've guessed, to stop us from interfering in the Javon Murphy case." Alvin's face was full of rage. "This man is terrible. How dare he shoot me in broad daylight. I refused to let myself get shot in vain. So, he's already been punished quite a lot."

"Alright." Seeing that this reply was getting closer to the truth, Hansen walked inside.

Brock was like a tiger with its fur shaved off. He laid on the floor with a pale face, and his body was covered in blood stains.

"Tell me, who ordered you to kill Javon Murphy using Norton's hands?" Hansen roared as he walked in, giving him a disdainful glance.

"Mr. Richards, I really don't know who he is. However, that day, someone told me to go to the New Era Restaurant, and we made a deal there," Brock replied honestly, giving up on resisting.

"Who told you to go there? How much money did they pay you for this?" Hansen continued with a gloomy face.

"It was a man in a black suit. He said that all I had to do was to use the opportunity where Norton wanted to harm Javon to kill him directly instead. Plus, he would pay me another ten million dollars as a reward. It was a huge sum, and I was tempted, so I accepted the money. We were desperate for money. So, we accepted the mission."

"How much money did Norton pay you to stop Javon from participating in the election?" A piercing light flickered in Hansen's eyes. From what he knew, Norton wasn't married yet, So, he hadn't been given any of the family properties. He didn't have much money, and would definitely not be able to offer much.

"Mr. Richards, he only paid us one million. He didn't request for much. He just wanted us to think of a way to stop Javon from participating in the election, nothing more. It was supposed to be a simple job. We've already planned just to drag his time while he was on his way or trick him into going somewhere else and then lock him up for a night, and then let him go the next day. Who would've known that someone else would offer us so much money to kill him instead. We don't know why

either." Brock had lost all of his ferocity. Fear was displayed in his eyes, and he cried painfully as his body was covered in blood.

"You really don't know who's behind this?" The ruthlessness in Hansen's eyes got more and more frightening.

"Mr. Richards, you should know that we only get paid to do things. We don't need to know that much information. However, that day at the hotel, I came to know that the person who ordered us to do this was an important politician. I've heard that he used to be one of Javon's subordinates. His surname was Ford, but I didn't understand why he wanted to do so." Brock broke into cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with sincerity.

"Sheldon Ford?" A gleam of light flashed in Hansen's squinted eyes. So it was him? He wondered.

It turned out that all these matters were connected. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Alright, let me ask you then. How did you get our Pranica car in the cave? You did that, didn't you?" Hansen asked as his face darkened. He remembered that day, when Jenna almost jumped down the river because of that, and he started to get anxious again.

"Mr. Richards, I did make someone get the car down there, but Norton ordered someone to drive that car out of the Green Mountain Automobile City, and only then it was handed over to us. We only get paid to do these. You can't blame us." Brock recalled the incident when the man in the mask drove that car over to them that day, and wanted them to get rid of the body and evidence.

"So what you're saying is that Leon had used that car to hit Javon Murphy, and then he drove it out there, isn't it?" Hansen calmed down and asked again.

"It's not entirely like that. Another man drove the car over and handed it over to Leon. When we got the car, the engine number had been erased, and we didn't know that it belonged to the Richards

Group. Besides, there were too many people in A City who owned cars made by the Richards Group," Brock said with a weak voice. He held onto his knee as his forehead started to sweat from the pain.

Hansen clenched his fists. "Was that also ordered by Norton Richards?"

That car was a limited edition luxury car from the Richards Group, and there weren't many of them around the world. Even if the color of the car was changed, and the engine number had been erased, then it wouldn't be difficult to discover that it had something to do with Norton should there be an investigation. Why would he be so dumb?

"Mr. Richards, I really don't know. You should know that we only take the money and complete our tasks. We don't care about anything else. He only said that someone had ordered him to give us the money and destroy the body," Brock replied helplessly.

Hansen placed his hands behind his back and paced back and forth. It seemed that Brock didn't know much about this matter. He probably wasn't lying.

"Then, who paid you ten million to get rid of Jenna Murphy's baby?" Speaking of that, Hansen's eyes were full of rage, and he clenched his fists so tightly that water could be squeezed out.

How dare someone do such an evil thing! If he knew who had done it, he would make sure that that person suffered from the consequences.