With a loud bang, the Hummer directly hit the vehicle. The sturdy and huge Hummer almost knocked the all-terrain vehicle over. This loud bang scared the wits out of the hoodlums in the vehicle. The color in their faces was drained. It seemed that they would not escape that day. The Hummer, which had hit their vehicle, was no ordinary car. The unknown material it was made of was durable. Moreover, the windows were fully bulletproof, and actual bullets had failed against it. Moreover, the loud siren of the police car was getting closer. The corners of Hansen's lips curled into a contemptuous smile. He started the car and rammed it into them again. The people in front were obviously flustered. The off-road vehicle swayed left and right on the overpass, and the Hummer hit it from one side. In such a critical situation, the off-road vehicle made a sudden turn and finally managed to avoid the force slightly. The rear window and its trunk were knocked askew. The
The radio channels in the vehicle were all occupied with Yaris' murder case the night before, which triggered a series of rumors about the Richards Group. Originally, news on the accusation against the Richard Group's unauthorized disclosure of classified information on luxury cars had already calmed down. Now, due to Yaris' death, the case had once again been brought up. All sorts of doubt and questions began to arise again. People were even cursing the Richards Group for being devoid of conscience despite having a long-established reputation, having dared to disclose the country's secrets just for money. It was a chilling sight. Many people who did not know the truth had begun to hurl abuse at the Richards Group online. They also threatened to boycott the Richards Group's products. It seemed as if the Richards Group had lost all its good reputation overnight, and all kinds of gossip had begun to spread on the Internet. It was not a good sign for a compan
"Jenna, you are right. We should stick to our fundamental principle, and in the meantime, I believe that we will find evidence very soon." Hansen was originally worried that Jenna would suffer a blow. Nonetheless, after hearing her words today, he was relieved. She was even more confident than him. This was the woman whom he loved. At this point, they could only wait for the result. Trevor, Marissa, Claude, and Norton left the company one after another and returned to the Ink Garden. "Jenna, how are you feeling?" After they left, Hansen immediately put his arms around Jenna's waist and asked carefully. Jenna's face turned slightly red. "Come on, I'm not so delicate." This guy had started treating her like a porcelain doll. "Remember, you are not allowed to rush into the company so rashly the next time. This road is dangerous." Hansen recalled the previous night's incident where his Hummer's brake had failed for no reason and reminded Jenna fearfully.
"What do you mean?" Sergio asked. Panic flashed across his expression as he adjusted the necktie on his collar, clearly looking uncomfortable. Hansen reached out to flick a piece of dust off his suit as he shrugged his shoulders unconcernedly, and said innocently, "It's nothing. I'm just a businessman. What could I do?" There was a faint smirk on Hansen's face, as he continued with a stern warning. "Mr. Xanthe, I'm sure you know the saying, what goes around comes around. If I were you, I'd stop before it's too late. But of course, I remember everything you did, and I'll make sure you make up for all of them sooner or later." After making such a statement, Hansen left the scene without taking another glance at Sergio. Sergio was left dumbfounded. It took him a while before he returned to his senses, and walked back to his private room dejectedly. He forgot that he had walked out for a phone call in order to avoid Zoella. "Did they come?" Zoella asked
At the Ink Garden. The entire family was gathered there. They were all sitting in silence. A plump man in his fifties, wearing a tuxedo with a briefcase in hand, was sitting on the reception room's couch, exchanging whispered conversations with Trevor. He was Mr. Garver, the family lawyer hired specifically by Old Master Richards. Everyone in the room was anxious at the presence of Mr. Garver. Old Master Richards' will, that had been established more than two decades ago was finally about to be revealed. They were curious about the contents, especially when it would determine what assets each of them would inherit. "Mr. Richards, time flies, doesn't it? I can't believe it has already been more than twenty years." Mr. Garver said with a sigh, "I was shocked to receive the phone call from Aunt Ella when I was abroad. I couldn't believe that Vivian was seriously ill." Trevor looked haggard. Wrinkles covered the corner of his forehead, and silver h
Jenna was sitting next to Hansen all this while. She had no opinion to express regarding the will. She wasn't interested in it. She was more concerned about the Richards Group's current situation. If the verdict was reached, then she was most worried about the possible consequences towards Richards Group as a whole, as well as towards Hansen as an individual. Hence, she didn't have a second opinion. However, Hansen, on the other hand, was seen frowning, and his expression was stony. Several of them were sent to search Vivian's bedroom while the others remained in the living room. Hansen, Trevor, Claude, and Norton were the ones heading to Vivian's bedroom, with Marissa following behind them. Aunt Ella was feeding Vivian some congee when they arrived in her room. They greeted her in unison. They called out a few times to her, but she didn't react at all. She was eating her congee, and with a slight tremble, she asked, "Who are you guys?" T
"It just doesn't make sense. Vivian must have been too ill to think straight. It shouldn't count towards the will." Marissa shook her head in objection. Mr. Pringle said seriously, "Madam, the revision handwritten by Vivian was consistent and clear. It doesn't seem like she wrote it when her judgement was clouded. With this alone, your statement is without any legal basis." Mr. Pringle's words were like a ball of thorns rolling towards Jenna. She suddenly felt pain all over her body. Wasn't it a little unbelievable that Vivian would ask Hansen to take Liya as his second wife, and even add this to her will? Why would Vivian, who had always adored her, treat her this way? Could Jenna stay happy in life if Hansen really took Liya as his second wife? How could it have ended up like this even after all the effort they poured in to prevent this from happening? Jenna sat there in a daze. "This is impossible." Hansen gritted his teeth and landed
The next day. In the dining room of the Ink Garden, the family was having breakfast around the table. Maud was seen rushing over. "Mr. Richards, something happened," Butler Maud said with a panicked expression. "What's the matter?" Trevor's face fell as he asked in a low voice. "Mr. Trevor, that woman named Liya, has brought along a huge crowd of media reporters and they're gathered in front of Richards Manor. They are here to demand the marriage between that woman with Mr. Richards, based on Madam Vivian's will. They were arrogant and rude. I couldn't keep them away either. We couldn't use force either with this many reporters filming everything," Butler Maud explained in detail, with a difficult expression on his face. Everyone else was startled when hearing his words. What in the world was happening? The reading of the will had just taken place the night before, and she was already here demanding for them to proceed with the will. What shoul