Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 304

"Mr. Richards, we only received the mission from a middleman through a phone call. When we met, it was an unknown man too. We didn't get any other information from them." Brock's face was twisted due to the pain, and his complexion turned pale.

Hansen looked at him with a glum face, and expected that he wouldn't lie anymore. He couldn't help but to yell, "You guys have no conscience. How could you guys just accept such inhumane tasks for money?"

After that, he squatted down and pinched his chin, with an expression full of mockery.

"I really didn't expect that the head of the biggest gang in A City would be a coward that couldn't take beatings and torture. I bet you've never expected that you'd fall into my hands and end up like this," he said.

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Brock's face turned red and then green. He was triggered by Hansen's scorns, as even being involved in gangs, he hated it the most when people ridiculed him. The spark that had been extinguished at the bottom of his heart was lit again, and a gloomy light flashed in his eyes. He suddenly laughed as if he remembered something.

"What are you laughing at?" Hansen stopped smiling and looked at him strangely.

"Mr. Richards, I may be a coward, but at least that is better than being cheated on like you. A man who has been cheated on is useless, no matter how rich or powerful he is." Brock taunted him with an expression full of arrogance, feeling content in his heart.

Hansen's face darkened. He squatted down and grabbed him by the collar, saying fiercely, "You'd better not speak nonsense. I'm single now. So, I can't get cheated on. Everyone knows about this."

"Is that so?" Brock's eyes were blood red and his face was pale. He grinned viciously. "Aren't you getting married soon? It's a shame that the woman you're marrying had slept with me. I know that I won't be able to escape now that you've got your hands on me, but knowing that I've slept with the fiancee of the great Mr. Richards, I can die in peace."

After that, he laughed again. His laughter spread far, far away from the dark and wide beach.

The hair on Hansen's skin stood up as he heard his laughter, feeling confused.

"What are you talking about?" He grabbed his collar once again, almost picking him up from the floor, and the light in his eyes was so cold. His eyes were scorching with anger.

"Alright, I'll tell you. Don't think that your life is so smooth and successful. Any other man's life is better than yours. At least they own their wives, and their wives are pure and innocent. Your woman had slept with me, and it sure felt good. She sure was the sl*t of the entertainment industry. She was very seductive that day, I enjoyed it very much." Brock's eyes were filled with evil, and he felt elated seeing Hansen's furious expression.

The memories that remained in Hansen's mind reappeared, and he immediately remembered the incident that happened three years ago in the Zevery Hotel. He remembered that when he rushed in, he saw Jenna clinging onto the bed sheet, and crying with a pale face. That horrible man stood in the room, wearing only underwear. His eyes were red, and the monstrosity of a man could be seen on his body.

Could he be that man?

His slim fingers grabbed Brock's shirt so tightly that cracking sounds could be heard, as his face turned purplish. After all these years, every time he thought about the scene that day, he felt immense hatred towards Jenna. That was the reason why he lost his rationality and insulted her so much as well, making his life a mess. So it was him that day?

However, the man he saw that day did not look like Brock at all!

However, his anger had rushed up to his brain and before he could give it a careful thought, he raised his fist angrily, with his eyes and face red. That fist of his was fiery, and a punch from it would've probably turned his head into a patty.

"Haha, you're so mad that you've lost your rationality, haven't you?" Brock knew that he wouldn't be able to escape death, but he was delighted to see the great Mr. Richards furious. "Mr. Richards, you can't blame me. She was the one who walked into my room, coming to me herself. I did have my own woman, and I didn't really bother doing anything to her, but she kept pestering me and hugging me, so I had no choice but to satisfy her. Maybe you're not good enough, Mr. Richards. That's why I had to help satisfy her instead. You should know that I booked the room along with room 1008 that day, yet she chose to use the privilege of her father to barge into my room. Ah, it sure is god's plan."

Brock's face was full of pride, and his saliva was spurting everywhere.

Hansen, on the other hand, was taken aback.

Room 1008? A thought flashed through his mind in that instant.

"What room 1008? The Zevery hotel only had nine floors. It was an old-fashioned five-star hotel. It didn't even have a tenth floor. Who are you trying to fool?" Hansen sneered, and couldn't help but to laugh at the horrible man.

Brock was stunned when he heard this, but then laughed out loud and continued. "Mr. Richards, you're so mad that you can't think straight anymore, can you? You've even mixed up the hotels? Did you forget that it was at the Hilton Hotel? You planned to catch me there that night."

The Hilton Hotel? Hansen's mouth fell open as he gave it a thought. After a long while, he lowered his head and asked calmly, "What do you mean?"

"Hehe, so you really don't know. I'm so sorry, but I truly slept with your woman that night. Not only once. It was for the entire night. It was very enjoyable." An evil smirk spread across Brock's face as he continued. "You didn't expect it, didn't you, Mr. Richards? Your woman had slept with me. You didn't expect something like this to happen."

Brock was delighted as he said this, as the great Mr. Richards in front of him was so angry that his facial features had been twisted.

"Who are you talking about?" He stared at his face and asked again.

"Well, Mr. Richards, you are going to marry her soon, yet you're still acting like you don't know? Do you not know who you're getting married to? It doesn't matter if you don't want to admit it. She had already slept with me anyway. I'm pretty sure that baby in her womb is not even yours. Who knows, your family properties might end up being inherited by my son." Brock said wickedly. He had known from a long time ago that Hansen was going to marry Aria in a week, and Aria was about three months pregnant. Calculating the dates, it was around the time where he had slept with her. So, it was likely to be his child.

The thought of that filled his heart up with joy. No matter what, he had slept with Hansen's woman, and even if the baby in her womb wasn't his, he still had a big advantage. An opportunity like this was one in a million.

"You're talking about Aria McAdams, aren't you?" Hansen pretended to ask calmly, as millions of thoughts clashed in his brain.

"Of course. Who else?" Brock replied maliciously as he smiled proudly.

Hansen was stunned for some time, and then his whole body felt relieved. He laughed so hard that he started to tear up.

So that's what happened. If that was true, then all of his doubts could be answered!

His entire body felt relaxed, and his face was full of relief.

He asked lightly, "How did you escape from the Hilton Hotel that day?"

Hansen stopped laughing and let go off his collar. Then, he clapped his hands together with an unbothered look.

Brock was surprised and stopped laughing. He glanced at him, and was puzzled by his abnormal behaviour.

Was he not bothered by the fact that his woman had slept with him? Or was he sure that the child in her womb wasn't his?

"Speaking of this, I really have to thank your woman. If she didn't pester me that day, I wouldn't have been able to escape, being surrounded by the police and your subordinates. Haha, but with her, the title of Mayor McAdams covered for me, so I could leave easily." He continued to brag as he didn't believe that Hansen would be unbothered.

A meaningful smile appeared on Hansen's face. He used his finger to flick away the dust on his shirt, and then asked casually, "So you were the one who brought Aria up to the eighth floor? How did you know I was on the eighth floor?"

This time, it was Brock's turn to be bewildered. He paused for a while, and then gave him a mischievous smile and said, "Well I'm sorry, I left right after I was done enjoying. I don't have the time to meddle in other peoples' businesses. Were you sleeping with other women on the eighth floor too that night? Or did Aria coincidentally sleep with the wrong person?"

As he spoke, he stared at Hansen with a roguish expression.

So that's what happened! Hansen retracted his gaze, and his eyes were filled with mystery. He slowly closed his fingers.

He stood up, turned around, and saw Jordan's police car driving over. Groups of police started to get down from the cars and surround the area.

"Let's go. We'll leave them to Jordan," Hansen said to Alvin calmly.

Alvin nodded and went straight into the cabin. Soon, John retreated along with the Grand Eagles.

Jordan boarded the ship with a large number of policemen in a flash.

"Mr. Richards, you're already here?" Jordan was shocked. He did not expect Hansen to be on the ship already.

"Hmmph." Hansen snorted coldly. "I'm pretty sure they would have escaped by the time you arrive."

With a disdainful look on his face, he continued calmly. "We've contained the situation here for a while now. You can take care of the rest."

Jordan was astounded by Hansen's reply. Joy was displayed on his face as he nodded repeatedly. "Thank you so much, Mr. Richards. I'll get busy, then."

The cold sea breeze made Hansen's mind clearer as he stood on the deck of the ship.

It turned out that it was Brock who slept with Aria that night.

After he had been drugged by Norton, he had fallen asleep. However, even when he was asleep, he didn't recall doing anything to Aria. It was just that when he woke up, he saw Aria lying in his embrace with a body full of bruises. He finally understood after listening to Brock's words, that they had mixed up the rooms.

Obviously, Brock was the one responsible for the bruises on her body. It had nothing to do with him.

Then how did she end up in his room? Did she participate in drugging him?

If that was the case, then Aria should've known that the baby in her womb wasn't his, yet she used it to threaten him and force him to marry her all this time. She's horrible!

It seemed that if he wanted to find out what was going on, he had to interrogate Norton instead!

Soon, all the gangsters on the ship were brought ashore by the police, and all of them held onto the back of their heads as they were escorted into the police cars.

Jordan directed the policemen to clean the ship.

Hansen leaped onto the beach and was prepared to leave.