Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 143

"Mr. Grote, if you have something to say, just say it. I came here today to hear the truth," Hansen raised his eyebrows and said with a cold voice. He was very clear about these people. They would try to delay him as much as possible. If there was an order from above, dared they disobey it? Thus, they could only pretend to not know anything. Forget telling the truth, what they were doing to the victim was simply dragging their time.

A minister- level official died. Since they could manage to block the news from the media, they must be able to take action on the police too. Hansen understood better than anyone else that the fairness and justice of society was determined only by the strong and powerful people. Hence, he was not hoping that they would help him either. The purpose he came for that day was to know if there was any superior person who gave them instructions or hints, so that he could know what to do next.

Now that his beloved woman right-hand man had been hurt, he could no longer ignore it.

Charles wanted to speak, but hesitated. He was obviously trying to hide something.

Hansen leaned back against his chair, looked at him sharply, and sneered.

Obviously, Charles’s expression had revealed the truth of the matter. It seemed like there were some hidden secrets in this case, and it was definitely a powerful big shot who gave the order. If there was really someone who gave them the order, then he really couldn't count on them to solve the case anymore.

Who could it be?

Hansen's expression was dark and gloomy, and he stared directly at Charles.

"Mr. Richards, this matter really is quite troublesome. The vehicle that caused the accident is missing, and we can't find any evidence. We really can't do anything,"

Charles knew that Hansen came over to personally intervene in the case that day, and it meant that he was concerned about this matter. However, the order he received was only a verbal statement from above. He did not know who was trying to cover up the case. Hence, he could only sigh and speak helplessly...

"Really?" Hansen lifted the corner of his mouth again and asked. He turned his face to the surveillance camera footage again. As he got closer, he said, "I think this car looks very familiar. If I am not mistaken, this is the Panika luxury car produced by our Richards Group. I wonder if you, Mr. Grote, think the same way?"

Charles was shocked, and then he solemnly said, "Mr. Richards, you can't simply say these things. This is very closely related to the reputation of Richards Group. In addition, there is no real evidence, so we can't simply make guesses."

Not to mention that this matter was related to the Richards Group. They would already have a headache if it was only related to a government official. Plus, why did Hansen want to point out his own company?

Charles smiled, but there were a lot of thoughts running through his mind.

Humph! Hansen snorted and ignored his words. He stood up and said coldly, "Mr. Grote, if you continue to take this casually, when will you be able to find the real criminal?"

Charles held his big belly and his experience as a police officer was clearly shown in his eyes. After spending a long time in this field, he was skilled at guessing the thoughts of others, especially the thoughts of the big shots.

He secretly guessed Hansen's thoughts. Did he want to investigate the Richards Group or not?

Generally, no one in business was willing to get involved in criminal cases, but what did Hansen mean? It was as if he was wishing that they would investigate. Was he determined to avenge his ex-wife?

"Mr. Grote, Alvin was shot and attacked in the underground garage today. Now, he is lying in the hospital, on the verge of death. No matter what, you have to give me an explanation. Javon is my father-in- law. I will never allow his cause of death to remain unknown. If you find it difficult, I don’t mind changing to someone else to investigate this case," Hansen said. The expression on his face had become more ugly, and his eyes were getting fiercer; even his voice was terribly cold.

For these people, Hansen had to be stern, showing that he didn't care about their feelings at all.

Charles admitted that he had seen many big shots, but the majesty and domineering aura of the young man in front of him still made him tremble. He knew what this young man would do if he got angry.

"Mr. Richards, please don't worry. We will do our best about today's shooting case," Charles said as he stood up with a smile.

Hansen smiled bitterly suddenly and raised his face to say, "Javon’s car accident, Alvin's shooting; if this police station is just a good-for-nothing then I will personally call the Director of Public Security tomorrow. The Capital City Public Security Bureau will certainly come to clarify with you about this case. No matter if there was a hidden hand behind you or not, the truth of this case must be revealed!"

Charles's face turned pale and he said with a loud voice, "Don't worry, Mr. Richards, we will set up a special criminal investigation team tomorrow, with the famous detective, Jordan Yates, as the team leader. They will focus on this case."

Upon hearing Hansen mention the Director of Public Security, Charles was in a cold sweat. The Director of Public Security, Christopher Matthews, was young and promising. He was also Hansen’s good friend. There were rumors saying that the position of the Director of Public Security was controlled by Hansen too. If Hansen really made a phone call to Christopher, then Charles would surely lose his position as the deputy chief. He was still planning to become the chief of this station. How could he bet his future on this case? Thus, he didn't dare to be careless again. Hansen ignored his flattery and he stood up with an expressionless face before walking straight out.

A few bodyguards followed behind him closely, leaving everyone else stunned in the room.

Charles wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

"John, continue to keep an eye on Norton, but you have to stay low key this time. Also, secretly send someone to search for Brock's whereabouts in the nightclubs and hotels in A City. If you find him, bring him in alive. You must find the man named Leon too, as soon as possible. Tell me as soon as you get the news," Hansen calmly and decisively gave the order in the car.

Hansen's eyes were dim and he gazed into the darkness for a long time.

Alvin was lying unconscious on a hospital bed. Hansen was really not used to his days without him. Fortunately, Hansen had already cultivated another group of people.

Soon, the car drove towards the street. In a dark place, John and the others got out of the car and disappeared from the sight.

Hansen squinted at John and his disappearing figure, deep in thought. These police officers obviously received instructions from above and did not dare to further investigate Javon’ s case. However, he believed that they would take it seriously after that day.

Jordan was a famous detective in A City. If he could investigate this case, then the truth might soon be uncovered. In spite of this, Hansen could not only rely on these police officers, who would investigate the case publicly. He still needed to hire gangsters to investigate the case secretly.

In this way, the two working together and cooperating with each other could speed up the progress.

Jenna's daring and resolute face appeared in front of him. He couldn't help but shake away his thoughts. This woman actually thought that she could find out the cause of her father's death with her own abilities; she was too naive and it was ridiculous.

They had been apart for a few hours, and yet the scent of her body was still on his clothes. Their lingering affection and passion towards each other in a foreign country was still in his mind, as if it was yesterday. A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The car quickly drove into Richards Manor.

After parking the car, he walked onto the road.

Although the light from the street was very dim, he could see a figure standing in the dark from a distance. Hansen could easily recognize the thin, tall, and curvy figure with just a single glance.

Why was she standing here?

Hansen couldn't help but be stunned, quickening his pace.

It was late at night, and the cold wind was howling. The night in A City was no better than in Hawaii. It was a bone-chillingly cold that even made people tremble. His face darkened and he walked quickly towards her.

"Hansen, you're back." Upon hearing the familiar footsteps, although his tall and stalwart figure was still far away, Jenna immediately recognized him. She ran towards him, and spoke softly.

Hansen met her in the cold night with surprise.

Jenna quickly approached, but she did not dare to move forward. Her thin figure was trembling in the cold wind. She saw the surprise on his face, and also saw the sullen anger on his face.

She just looked at him with her eyes wide open. Her big, bright eyes were full of worry and concern. She was too afraid of him to scold him so she didn't dare to move any nearer; it could be said that she wasn't used to being apart from him. She looked forward to his hug as eagerly as many women would. She missed the moments in his arms and didn't want to let go, but she was shy and did not dare to express her thoughts and worries too clearly to him.

"Why are you standing here in the cold wind?" He was surprised, but he asked softly, his face filling with sorrow.

Jenna pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer because she was shy.

Hansen looked at her expression and quickly understood what was going on.

He felt a warm feeling rise in his heart. This woman cared about him!

However, she didn't dare to approach him, or throw herself into his arms like Aria would do, hugging him and acting like a spoiled child. She just stood there timidly with her worries written all over her face and her nose flushed from the cold. Her cheeks were also bright red, and her shining bright eyes were like sapphires in the night, flashing and dazzling, illuminating his heart.

This kind of implicit concern made him even more shocked. He stepped forward, and held her cold hand.

When he finally saw this woman caring about him, his heart was warm, and the exhaustion from the busy day suddenly disappeared. It was replaced with the overflow of happiness in his heart.

"Hansen, why did you come back so late? Nothing happened, right?" She asked softly. The anxiety on her face could no longer be concealed and she almost cried. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She looked fragile but she was also very adorable, especially with the concerns and worries that were vivid in her almond- shaped eyes; they quickly penetrated into Hansen's heart.

Hansen's heart was warm. He stretched out his hands to tighten his embrace.

"Silly girl, you will catch a cold if you continue standing in this night breeze with such thin clothes. I won't allow you to do so again in the future," he said as he smiled indulgently and stroked her cheek with his hand. Her face was very cold and she was freezing. His heart couldn't help but tremble. His arms involuntarily held her tightly and his tone was full of affectionate reproach, "Remember, call me in the future if anything happens. Don't stand waiting for me in the cold night anymore."