My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1861

"Mr. Hefner, aren't you the one who had been plotting this? How did it turn out to be me doing the scheming?" Zelson looked calm, especially compared to Jefferson. However, the veins on his temples were popping.

Jefferson let out a cold sneer. He stared at Zelson fiercely and warned, "Zelson Jacob, you better put away your little thoughts. Don't you dare to touch anyone from the Carter family. Otherwise, you'll die a miserable death."

"The game has just begun. Don't draw a conclusion just yet." Zelson smiled. He shifted his gaze from Jefferson to Adrienne's desk. "In your own words, if you dare to mistreat Adrienne, you'll die a miserable death."

D*mn it. What was he talking about? She was his wife, of course he would be good to her. He didn't need anyone to remind him. Jefferson was fuming. "It's my duty to be good to her. You don't have to worry about that."

"That would be the best then." With these words, Zelson walked sideways past Jefferson's side out of Adrienne's office.

As Jefferson watched Zelson leaving, he felt that Zelson was different that day. However, he could not exactly pinpoint the difference.

Perhaps Zelson had kept it well hidden before this. It was possible that he was not as kind and harmless as everyone thought he was.

When Jefferson returned to his office, Adrienne was already there waiting for him. Seeing him walking in, Adrienne immediately asked, "You asked me to look for you in your office. Where have you been?"

Staring at Adrienne, Jefferson couldn't help but want to tease her. "Does your superior need to inform you of his whereabouts?"

"I..." Adrienne was stunned. "Well, I apologize for asking. Can we talk about work now?"

Adrienne knew Jefferson too well that it was hard for her to view him as her superior. When she saw him at work, she would just think of him as her husband, not her superior.

Hence, she told herself that she had to pay attention to her behavior whenever she was at work in future.

Jefferson sat on the office chair and crossed his legs. He commented, "You can start now."

Adrienne nodded. "Okay."

Zelson had worked in the Paramount Criminal Police Team for many years, but he had very few personal items in the office. He could fit everything inside a small box.

The security guard did a routine inspection before letting him pass. "Dr. Jacob, you're always welcome to visit us in the future."

Zelson laughed. "Yes, I will."

He wanted to come back often, but that person might not allow him to do so.

Although it was a civilized world and everyone was supposedly equal, it was usually unlikely so before power and wealth. There were times where one would be forced to bow down to reality.

When he came out of the office, the sun was shining brightly. Zelson's body felt warm but the sun couldn't warm his lonely heart.

He used to think that he had met a girl who he could spend the rest of his life with. Yet now, it felt like it was just wishful thinking. Adrienne only treated him as her mentor and nothing else.

However, his feelings for her had rooted and grown, and he couldn't control it. He couldn't stop it even if he tried...

"Ring..."

The mobile phone in his pocket rang, bringing Zelson to his senses.

He took out his mobile phone and saw the phone number displayed on the screen. The expression on his face became disgusted. He wanted to throw the phone and smash it, but he still answered it. "I'm sorry, I can't finish the task you have given me."

The other party said something which made Zelson react angrily. He said, "If you love her so much, why did you leave her at that time? If she finds out the truth, she will hate you for the rest of her life..."

Zelson paused. It was probably the person on the other end of the line who had interrupted him. Soon after, Zelson retorted, "What I want is simple but I still can't have it. Why?" All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

After that, Zelson halted once again. After a while, he continued, "Background? Huh... No matter how prosperous this society is, there are still many things to do with one's background. However, I don't believe in fate. I don't believe that someone can stop me from moving forward. If anyone dares to stop me, I will retaliate,"

said Zelson before hanging up the phone decisively.

He looked up at the sky. The sun was still shining brightly, but it was also very glaring.

Various departments worked hard and finally gathered conclusive evidence that Jefferson needed.

Jefferson interrogated Pablo again. "Mr. Black, the evidence is right in front of you now. What else do you have to say?"

Looking at the conclusive evidence in front of him, Pablo collapsed into the chair like a spineless man. He forced some tears out of his eyes and cried out, "I never expected that Yannis would jump off the building."

"You didn't expect that? It sounds like you're trying to shirk all the responsibility," Jefferson yelled as he hit the table. "Be honest and tell us what happened."

Pablo continued, "She's just a sl*t who sleeps around. I only slept with her once and she accused me of raping her. She even threatened to sue me. I had no choice but to kill her by throwing her off the building. Captain Hefner, if she hadn't wrongly accused me, I wouldn't have killed her. I'm innocent, I'm innocent."

"You b*stard, how dare you say that you're innocent? Even an animal wouldn't do what you had done. How dare you scream injustice?" People who raped and killed a woman were the worst. Now that he was showing no remorse, Jefferson wanted to punch him badly.

Pablo did not feel that he had done something wrong and continued crying. "Yannis is not an innocent woman. I just f*cked her, but she didn't suffer any loss. How am I not wronged?"

"Say that again. I dare you!" Jefferson shouted. He really wanted to slap this b*stard to death. He raised his hand and smashed the chair against the table, almost hitting Pablo.

"Captain Hefner, the evidence is right here. Pablo would be convicted. He will not be able to get away from this. Why don't you let me take over?" Quill was more experienced. He knew Jefferson's character and that it would be easier for him to deal with the case instead.

"Quill, listen here. I want you to interrogate him and investigate this case carefully." Jefferson retracted his fierce gaze and looked at Quill. He ordered, "Bring this recording to court. I want this b*stard locked up for decades. Let's see if he will feel any remorse by then."