Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 111

Therefore, the entire handover process was smooth when Jenna took over the position of Vice President. Furthermore, she was extremely capable as well. Everyone witnessed her performance at the press conference and admired her capabilities.

There was an unprecedented vitality in the Richards Group.

After experiencing joy in her career, Jenna's heart became enriched, and life started to become colorful.

"Ms. Murphy, the launch of the Game City yesterday has achieved excellent results. Mr. Richards also complimented our department at the company meeting today!" The Marketing manager, Nathan Forbes, announced the news loudly to Jenna who was walking into the department.

This was the first time the Marketing Department got a compliment from Hansen at the company meeting. When Aria was the Vice President, Flansen had not criticized them, but he never complimented them at such a grand meeting before either.

Jenna gave a noncommittal smile in reply.

Hansen's compliment to the department was the result of her diligent work done in order to achieve good sales performance. Hansen, that perfectionist, only spoke based on performance.

Even though he personally appointed her, he had never been partial to her ever since she started working. He even had higher expectations of her compared to the others. She almost could not take his criticism of her work.

"Mr. Forbes, are there any updates on the Camphor Tree Villa case?" Jenna asked after pondering for quite some time.

She really couldn't guess Hansen's thoughts. In the ward that day, she vaguely remembered that Jose said that the assailant was related to the villa. It had been quite some time but he never took any action, nor did he mention it.

Was he going to abandon this villa group? Or did he have other thoughts in mind?

The longer she stayed with him, the more she would feel that she could not understand him. What was worse was that she realized that her attachment to him was getting stronger. She had to admit now that she actually cared for him, and may it be the past or the future, she would still care for him. If she was to totally withdraw herself from his life, it would be a painful process for her to forget about the past completely.

But she wouldn't regret it. There was no big deal in her falling in love with him. She was also selfish at the same time, since the process of forgetting him would be painful. She didn’t plan to make the process easy for him either; she wanted him to remember her forever.

Hansen must feel the same pain that she felt. She was not a noble person and love had always been a selfish matter.

Now that the affairs of Camphor Tree Villa had fallen into her hands, she should be more proactive in dealing with it, instead of blandly listening to Hansen's orders.

She wondered if she could find a solution so that he would be impressed, even though she had nothing in mind now.

"Vice President Murphy, this matter has always been co- managed by the marketing and sales department. During the first phase of development, almost the entire company was fully operational. This would have been a very ambitious goal to achieve. The company was very excited at that time and we foresaw a glorious future for the Richards Group, but then things got out of hand, and this progress became stagnant."

Nathan explained and said, embarrassed, "Vice President Murphy, to be honest, everyone used to have hopes on Miss McAdams, but Mr. Richards seemed to not agree with us and eventually did not make any decision. Now that he's eyeing the luxury cars and that has achieved some results, this project seems to be abandoned as until now, Mr. Richards has not given us any instructions about it. We cannot do anything either," Nathan told the truth and sounded helpless in the conversation.

Jenna nodded intently. She sort of understood what was going on, and at this moment, the phone rang.

"Jenna, where are you? I heard that you have already become the Vice President of the Richards Group?" Hannah's playful and sarcastic voice came through the phone. Jenna smiled bitterly, then said helplessly, "Hannah, can you not laugh at me?"

"I'm not laughing at you. I have always believed in your strength. Given your ability, forget the position of Vice President, you can also easily destroy the entire Richards Group." Hannah continued to tease her. Hearing so, Jenna almost rolled her eyes and quickly walked out toward the walkway. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Jenna, are you free to come over now? I have something to tell you. I heard a little bit about your father's death over the past two days," Hannah suddenly changed the topic of conversation and said in a mysterious low voice.

Daddy's death! The smile on Jenna's face stiffened, and she trembled. She walked toward the office, turned and walked into the bedroom inside. She closed the door, then asked anxiously, "Hannah, what happened? Tell me quickly."

"Hey, you come here first. It's not wise for me to tell you via a phone call. Besides, it's not convenient for you to talk about this at the Richards Group either." Hannah seemed to be very busy, and the background noise was loud on her side. It was indeed inconvenient for her to talk about it

by phone. When Jenna was about to agree, Hannah laughed and said, "Jenna, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I haven't seen you since you moved to Richards Manor. I'm worried. I have to check your body carefully to see if Hansen has hurt you, or if Aria bullied you or not."

Although Hannah was joking, Jenna felt warm when she heard it. She smiled and ended the phone call. It was indeed not a good place to talk here. There were surveillance cameras everywhere and several people were around.

After grabbing her bag, she told her secretary, "I am going out to meet someone." She then quickly stepped into the elevator.

As soon as she arrived at the garage, she saw Hansen’s Hummer driving out of the garage from the other exit. She hurriedly hid behind a pillar and watched the car disappear. Only then did she walk out with ease.

Where was he going? He had gone missing since the regular company meeting that morning and he hadn't 'inspected' her at her office like he usually did. Although she felt more at ease, she also felt a little disappointed with his actions.

The thought of her looking forward to Hansen disturbing her at her office made her blush.

In Gently Cafeteria, Hannah personally brewed a cup of imported coffee for her and sat down with her.

Jenna took a bite of the exquisite pastry in front of her. She couldn't help it any longer, so she asked anxiously, "Hannah, what have you heard about my father's death? Please tell me."

Hannah glanced at her from the corner of her eye and was a little displeased. "If it wasn't for your father's business, how am I supposed to even meet you? It's been so long and you haven't even given me a phone call."

This sentence made Jenna laugh, knowing that she was guilty. She hurriedly apologized, "Hannah, you also know that I have been in a bad mood lately. There have been too many things to deal with so I left you out. Don’t worry, I'll make it up to you in the future."

"Apology accepted," Hannah smiled then leaned forward to hold Jenna's hand and said in a low voice. "Last night, there was someone special at our coffee shop. Guess who?"

"Who?" Jenna's heart skipped a beat and she blurted out.

"Brock Moore," Hannah replied directly.

"Brock Moore? Who is he?" Jenna was at a loss. She didn't know this person. Although her father used to take her to meet some big shots in A City, she had never heard of anyone named Brock. She then went abroad later on and lost touch with A City except for some local government officials and wealthy people.

When Hannah heard this, she couldn't help but sigh. "How can a girl like you not know such a person. How are you going to take revenge?"

Jenna was shocked when she heard it. Could it be that her father's affairs had something to do with this person named Brock?

"Can you be more straightforward? Don't beat around the bush. You are making me anxious!" Jenna was so disturbed by Hannah's words that she became agitated. She became even more irritated when Hannah made that statement, so she yelled, dissatisfied.

Hannah said confidently, "Gently Cafeteria is an intelligence department. There is nothing I don't know about in A City. Now that I think about it, it's only now that I got some news about your father's death. It seems like someone deliberately blocked the news from spreading. As for the reason

behind it, I'm not sure." Jenna was not surprised at all as she had guessed it a long time ago, so she calmly asked, "What on earth do you know?"

"Jenna, your hypothesis is correct. Your father was indeed killed by someone, but the person who killed your father is so powerful that no one can catch him. I think your father's death will be a case without clues soon." Hannah was a little bit sad, staring at Jenna’ s expression. She said incredulously, "Yesterday, I accidentally heard Brock's conversation with someone else in the coffee shop. It seems like your father's death has something to do with their underworld."

As if she was struck by a thunderbolt, Jenna was shocked for a while, and her face turned pale. "My father's death was caused by the underworld?"

Hannah furrowed her eyebrows while resting her cheeks in her hands. Her expression was dull, "You can say so. Think about it, Brock is the biggest underworld leader in A City. It is said that many political figures in the city are closely related to him. When I served them coffee last night, I overheard them talking about Javon’s death. Although they did not make it clear who the murderer was, it was clear that your dad’s death was related to them, and they seemed to know a lot about it. Listening to their conversation last night, it seems like someone is investigating the cause of your father's death, and it is very likely that someone has already suspected their involvement."

"Dad's death is actually related to the underworld?" Jenna couldn't believe this at all. Her father had always been a clean official without any relation to the underworld. How could he possibly offend them? This was unbelievable.

She shook her head desperately and kept denying, "No way, it cannot be. Dad wouldn't offend the underworld."