Luqman was all ears as he nodded from time to time. This young man was not a show-off, and he had a watertight strategy. It was clear that Yadriel had threatened Hansen's company, and he wanted to put him to death, but Hansen was not in a hurry. Even if he came to find Luqman and wished to join forces to solve the problem, then he would not expose his pain. Instead, Hansen spoke with him with confidence, and he even took the lead. However, Luqman appreciated a man like him and didn't mind it at all. He also knew what he was thinking. Hansen willingly took the initiative to meet Luqman, which meant that he was controlled by the others. He would not exaggerate his own difficulties. That could also be considered human nature. In fact, Luqman also understood that compared to Hansen, he was indeed more anxious than him. His own situation was absolutely pressing. Unauthorized disclosure of classified information wasn't considered a huge crime. As long as Hansen
Meanwhile, in a five-star hotel. Quina hurried in. "Ma'am, today we finally saw Sara visiting the general hospital for a full body check-up. Our people took the opportunity to follow her to get her test samples. Unexpectedly, people were tailing her the whole time. However, before our people even came out, her test samples were purposely destroyed. Sara has always stayed at home and seldom went out. If the samples were to be destroyed, then I'm afraid it will be difficult to get more in the next few days." The moment Quina came in, she reported in a hurry. When Madam Lilian heard this, she was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Who destroyed the samples?" Quina shook his head blankly and admitted, "Ma'am, things are getting weirder now. According to common sense, Sara is just an ordinary person. There shouldn't be any security around her. Yet, these two men have been secretly following her all the time. They are very vigilant, as if they are afraid that we will get close t
"Mr. Richards, you're back," someone in the crowd exclaimed when he saw Hansen. For a moment, everyone turned their heads to look at him. Hansen was walking towards them. His gaze was heavy, and his face was dark, which gave him a merciless demeanor. After scanning the crowd, his eyes fell on the pale-faced woman standing in front of him. He walked up quickly and took her hand. There was a touch of tenderness on his face as he comforted her softly. "Honey, don't worry. Leave everything here to me. You should go back and have a rest." How could he let the pregnant Jenna stay at such a scene? He could not let his unborn child, who was still in Jenna's womb, experience such horror. He had the responsibility to protect them. "Hansen, you're back." When she saw his muscular and strong figure, Jenna's panicking heart finally calmed down. The man had a reliable, masculine disposition, and she instantly composed herself. She knew that the problem would
In the summer, the weather was rather impermanent. After a heavy rain, the gloomy air disappeared, with fresh air constantly flowing in through the window. Sara sat in front of the study, breathing in the fresh air, and her depressed mood instantly lightened up. The staged wedding that had happened in Richards Manor, as well as the fact that Hansen had personally clarified the rumor of him getting a second wife, improved Sara's mood. Hansen was truly in love with Jenna. Through this incident, she was able to make out what was going on. Although Sara disagreed with Hansen's method of 'marrying a second wife' to solve the problem. Nonetheless, after careful analysis, this kind of arrangement was also the best shortcut to solving the problem. She took a deep breath and looked down from the French windows. Even though she was on the 28th floor, she keenly noticed the disturbance of the neighbourhood below as she sat there everyday to enjoy the scenery ou
"Sara, your legs..." Madam Lilian's hands twitched, and she moved them towards Sara's legs, which were missing below her thighs. When Sara was at home, she did not wear artificial limbs as she would feel pain from the friction. Therefore, when Madam Lilian didn't feel anything there, she was stunned. Her voice trembled, and she could not speak. Sara recovered from the panic in no time. She knew that she was overthinking it. Flavian had once drunkenly told Sara when she was a child that her mother had already died. She did not believe that there was any connection between Madam Lilian and herself. At that moment, she avoided the topic of her injury and smiled calmly. "Madam Lilian, Jenna often talks about you, saying that she likes you very much. She also mentioned that she has already considered you her grandmother." Madam Lilian had experienced countless great events, but it was hard for her to recover from this shock. There was almost no need to verify it. At
Liya obligingly entered Oscar's luxurious vehicle. She knew that this man was a jerk, pervert, and was as disgusting as a pig. However, Zoella was dependent on him. Since Zoella could make use of him, why couldn't Liya take advantage of him as well? She neither had any relatives nor any loved ones. Even her Uncle Reid was dead. Hence, she could only rely on her body right now. In fact, Liya was very clear about the grudges between Elsie and Richards Manor. After all, she was a top student. The Richards family owed her nothing! The behavior of her family, especially Fadison's, could even be considered shameless. However, she noticed another realistic problem. Before she graduated, she had to go through internships. After graduating, she had been looking for jobs everywhere for months. In those times, she was treated with indifference. Even if she found a job, it was either her salary would be too low to bear, or she would be given th
In the Green Jade Garden's study, Hansen sat on the couch, cross-legged with one hand on its arm and the other on the dark red wooden desk. His face was devoid of emotions, and his jet-black eyes were sharp and deep. There was a light knock on the door. "Come in," he directed in a deep voice. The door was pushed open and the medium-sized man, Paul, came in. Hansen lifted his gaze and motioned for him to close the door with his sharp gaze constantly fixed on his face. Paul turned around and closed the door quietly. "Mr. Richards." He came over and greeted softly in a courteous manner. Hansen's gaze was alert and menacing. There was a slight panic on Paul's face. Being observed by Hansen's eagle-like gaze, he showed unrestrained panic and unease. Hansen stared at him for a while before pursing his lips and tapping the table with his fingers. "Paul, aren't you going to tell me anything?" His tone was indifferent and casual, but h
In the Ink Garden. Vivian hadn't eaten for nearly a week. She was relying on the IV drip to sustain her life. When Hansen walked in, Vivian was in a deep sleep. She spent most of her time sleeping those days. She was only half awake in a daze when she woke up and couldn't recognise anyone anymore. Her life was coming to an end. She didn't have much time left. Besides Meroy, several servants also stayed in the room by her side all the time. Hansen entered and looked at his grandmother. His heart was heavy. "Mr. Richards, I have something to discuss with you." Meroy followed as Hansen entered the chamber. "Meroy, just shoot it!" Hansen raised his head slightly and urged gently. He had always treated Vivian's aide, Meroy, with respect. "Mr. Richards, there's a matter that might sound rather strange." Meroy stepped forward and whispered, "Some time ago, when Old Madam was not herself and mostly in a daze, I saw her holding a black