"Madam, please mind your words and be respectful of me. If you say that I am a vulgar woman, aren't you even more vulgar since your words are hurtful and disrespectful?" Jenna took a step forward fiercely. She looked at Georgia coldly, and questioned. Georgia blamed Jenna for Aria being left out by Hansen and she was unfriendly towards her. Her daughter's misery was all because of Jenna. She had already wanted to scold Jenna since a long time ago. Her words now were considered polite since Marissa was here. Unexpectedly, Jenna actually dared to fire back at her, so her anger erupted immediately. She stood up in a second, pointed at Jenna's face, and cursed angrily, "You uneducated b*tch, how dare you to talk to me like this! In all respects, I am an elder to you. Don't you know to respect your elders? You are really rude." "Respect my elders?" Jenna sneered in her heart. She never heard any elders say those words to their younger generation. "If the elders are d
Georgia also didn't expect Aria to beat Jenna, let alone for it to be seen by Hansen. Georgia was a wise person. She knew that although it might look like she and her daughter had won, in fact, she had lost her stand and morality, and she couldn't stop it in time. When Georgia saw Hansen coming in, her facial expression changed drastically. One didn't need to look at Georgia's face to know that she was very angry at Aria's behavior, and now, her mind cleared up and she regained her demeanor as an elder. "Hansen, let go of Aria. It's wrong for her to beat someone but you have to take a good look at your ex-wife's true self." Hansen smiled coldly when he heard the words. He politely addressed Georgia as 'Auntie', and then his eyebrows furrowed, "Auntie, I have been watching for a long time. What kind of society is it now? A woman who will beat people at will. It's not decent behavior, and it is indeed very bad. I hope you will pay more attention to Aria's behavior
It was ten o'clock sharp and the stage lights in the bar flickered. Men and women in sexy clothes were having fun. Faces could be seen from time to time under the flickering light. There was no opening, no prelude; all of them were dancing excitedly to the passionate song. The music was loud, and the whole place was filled with excitement. When Aria walked in, the atmosphere had reached its peak. There was noise from the bar and irritating shouts, one after another. In a room named "The Moon," Norton's face was flushed and he was having fun with a young lady in his arms. "Come on, Mr. Richards, finish this glass." The young lady who was boldly dressed was holding Norton's hand with her curvy chest pressed against Norton as she handed a glass of wine to him. "Alright." Norton laughed, took the glass heartily, and drank it in one go. "Don't be biased, Mr. Richards, you have to drink this cup too." The woman sitting on the other side narrowed her eyes w
No matter what tricks Norton wanted to play, Hansen was not afraid of him. Hansen also wanted to understand the complicated mind of his cousin. Jenna's eyes had been watching Hansen leave her and she was standing there nervously. Norton had become her nightmare. Every time Norton appeared like a ghost, it would make Jenna feel uneasy for many days, and being able to avoid him was something she had nightmares of. That man terrified her; he had such an unfathomable, perverted mind. Furthermore, his behavior was toxic and horrifying to Jenna. Norton and Hansen were talking on the other side and Jenna couldn't hear them at all. After a while, Hansen came over but Norton didn't follow. Norton got in another car and left in advance. Hansen's expression was a bit solemn, but there was no more expression other than that. "Let's go," Hansen walked over and took Jenna's hand, spoke softly to her, and then they got into the car. Since then, Hansen h
"Hansen, really, I want to take you to see someone tonight. You must go with me," Jenna was eating delicious food while looking up at Hansen's handsome face and she spoke very seriously. Weldon was in a hurry to go back overseas. Before he went back, Hansen had to see him ancd decide on Trevor's surgery. "I have something to do tonight. Can we meet him tomorrow instead?" Hansen looked at Jenna sincerely, wondering who that person might be. Jenna didn't have many relatives, and her only friend was Hannah Adames. Hansen thought of something he had to do that night and replied. "But Hansen, it will only take a while. This matter is very important. It should be a happy thing for Uncle Richards too," Jenna said earnestly with her face upright. There was a trace of pleading in her bright eyes. Dad's business? Hansen's heart skipped a beat. Staring at her, he said suspiciously: "Who has something to do with Dad?" Jenna saw his suspicion and nervousness. In order not to
"Mr. Richards, do you want to call the police?" Jason asked steadily. The chill in Hansen's eyes flashed, then he waved his hand and said, "This is the underworld. We will solve the problem ourselves. We might not get what we want if we call the police." "Yes indeed. The police are useless and they always screw things up," the other one replied affirmatively. "You guys should leave first. I have booked the room next to his room. Wait for the opportunity to take action. I am waiting for your good news," Hansen spoke as he looked at the snow in the sky. He thought of Jenna taking him to meet Weldon that night. "Yes, Mr. Richards," John agreed and hinted to the others to get out of the car quietly. Soon, they disappeared into the snow. Hansen took his gaze back until they could no longer be seen. He was about to call Jenna and was about to pick her up, but the phone rang first. "Hansen, where are you?" Norton's voice sounded expressionless on the
The corner of Hansen's mouth raised slightly. He approached Norton and said seriously, "Javon was killed on the eve of the election for the head of the Finance Department. Now, Jordan is fully responsible for investigating this case. I think everyone knows who gets the benefit and who gets the detriment in it!" After speaking, his eyes stared straight at Norton's eyes like a sword, as if to look straight into his heart to see what he was thinking. Norton's hand that was holding the red-wine glass trembled slightly, and the smile on his face stiffened. "You're right, Hansen. Come on, warm yourself up with a good glass of French red wine." Norton held the thin leg of the red-wine glass and shook it slightly. The scarlet red liquid in the glass tilted slightly and he tilted it toward Hansen, and covered the embarrassment on his face well. Hansen glanced at the red wine in front of him indifferently, and did not reach out to take it. However, he calmly asked, "What
"Jenna, have you fallen in love with Hansen now? Don't you hate him?" Norton looked at Jenna's vigilant face which looked unfamiliar to him, and felt so heartbroken. He asked puzzledly, "He hurt you so badly before so how could you forgive him so easily?" One could tell from his tone that he was in despair. He had always been tender and affectionate with Jenna, but Hansen was nothing like that in front of her. That was not important. What was important was that Jenna could always find a touch of tenderness in Hansen s eyes. Her eyes and heart were filled with Hansen, and she didn't care even if Hansen hurt her badly. However, for Norton, she always treated him indifferently like a stranger, which made him feel incomprehensible, even more confused, and very unsatisfied. "This is my business, I don't need an outsider to take care of it," Jenna was disturbed by his approach and said coldly. "I just want to know where Hansen has gone now. It's urgent." A painful lo