"Of course." Hansen chuckled and breathed a mouthful of air into her ear. "Tonight, as long as you are obedient, I will tell you everything I know." "You're indecent," Jenna said as she smacked his hand away, rolling her eyes. Her face was red, but her curiosity was intensified. "What exactly do you know? Tell me everything." The more anxious she was, the calmer Hansen became. In this way, he was keeping Jenna on her toes. "It must be a lie. You don't know anything at all. Hmph, I don't believe you." Recalling the multiple times she had been deceived by him, Jenna was discouraged and continued to say so disapprovingly. "You're suspicious of your own husband?" Hansen was unhappy. He smiled and asked confidently, "If you don't believe me, then you will never be able to figure out the relationship between the two. Why don't you carefully think about the situation? Why does Melvin want to join the Yintern Group?" "He simply listened to his mother's words," Jen
"Oh, and what kind of performance do you mean? The one in bed, or the psychological one?" Hansen laughed out loud as he joked. "Hey!" Jenna was embarrassed and shouted. Her face turned red, and she gnashed her teeth. "You know I didn't mean that." Hansen was pleased, letting out another laugh. After a while, he stopped smiling and teasing her. "Silly, you should have thought about what your husband's company is up to. Melvin is talented. It makes sense that Richards Group wants to welcome him aboard, but he is also coveted by a lot of companies. He may not necessarily come. Knowing the enemy will ensure a successful battle. Therefore, I have investigated Melvin's background before I came to the headquarters. I have already gathered this important information. Otherwise, how can I compete with him?" It occurred to Jenna that Steffan had also done a background check on Hansen. However, it was not as detailed and broad as Hansen's. This guy must be a veteran in the busin
It was loud in the bar. Jenna walked in, grasping her cell phone beside her ear. She made multiple phone calls and looked around, searching for Steffan's figure. Hansen placed one hand on her waist and relied on the dim light, trying to protect Jenna as they walked inside. Lying on the bar counter, Steffan was drunk and unconscious. "Steffan." Jenna saw him at a glance, hurriedly approached him, and shook his body. "Go away. Don't worry about me. Bring me some wine." He slapped Jenna's hand away. "Waiter, how much did he drink?" Jenna raised her head and asked the waiter at the front desk. "Miss, he drank two bottles of wine, and then downed a few bottles of beer, that's about it." The waiter explained, "When he was drunk, he kept calling your name. I checked his cell phone and found your name, so I called you." "I see. Thank you for your phone call. I will send him back home. His car will be kept here. I'll have him come fetch it tomorrow." Je
"How did you know that I was just pretending?" Steffan sat up, raised his eyebrows, and asked coldly. A cold smile emerged from the corner of Hansen's mouth. He said slowly, "When Jenna and I supported your body back to your room, you placed all of your weight on my side. A drunkard wouldn't be able to do this." Steffan was shocked that he was able to figure this out. "I didn't want to put my weight on her." He pursed his lips slightly, with all of the calmness and none of the embarrassment. "Haha." Hansen chuckled. "You sure know how to be compassionate with women. It's not in vain for her to be so sincere towards you." "Of course." Steffan said shamelessly, "I know Dory's character the best." "Hence, you're using her gratitude and guilt towards you to hold her back?" Hansen asked as he raised an eyebrow. His expression was stern. "Hmph." Steffan let out a snort, and resumed speaking with disdain. "Dory chose to be with you because she's
On Friday morning, Hansen woke up early. On that day, he was going to bring his wife, whom he had lost previously, to see the President of Srirano. They were going to make an appearance together on international TV news. Despite Jenna's unwillingness to go, Hansen grabbed her hand and dragged her into the car. The meeting time had taken only less than half an hour, as it was very brief. In the midst of her daze, Hansen held Jenna's hand as they walked out. Just as they crossed the entrance, Jenna was about to shake his hand off. "Look, there are a lot of reporters outside." Facing the swarm of media reporters, Jenna was really not used to this environment, and she could not wait to find a hole to sneak into. With a smile on his face, Hansen kept his eyes straight. Not only didn't he avoid the reporters, but he also held her waist with his other hand and cooperated with them, posing for pictures. This guy was born to be an actor, so he was very
"Yes, of course, I will. I'll congratulate her on your behalf." Very soon, Marissa went bustling about her business, and Jaqueline took her leave. After returning to the Capital City, she went to work with a heavy heart. As soon as she arrived at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Deputy Minister told her that Hansen was with the President of Srirano. They were planning to send two representatives to Srirano. After hearing this, Jaqueline asked without hesitation, "Would it be fine for me to tag along?" The Deputy Minister glanced at her and thought that it was a good chance for a fledgling diplomat in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to gain some experience. Jaqueline had great requirements and it was a good opportunity. So, he immediately nodded and agreed. "Then, you should go home and prepare for it. We'll leave tomorrow morning." "Okay." Jaqueline nodded in agreement. However, her mind was in a daze. She would be working on technical policies, which
At noon, Hansen walked into her office. "Jenna, let's go. We have a lunch date with Mom." Hansen waltzed over to her and held her hand. In just a few days, his eyes recovered with promising speed. He could almost make out Jenna's face clearly. The truth was, he didn't need anyone to support him when he walked, but he always made use of his injury to ask for Jenna's characteristic special care. He enjoyed her gentle care. Owing to his limited vision, Jenna often held his hand and gave in to him, whereupon it fed his ego because he could command her attention. Marissa was pacing back and forth in the hotel, and her emotions were stormy. As soon as she saw Jenna, she stepped forward excitedly and took her hand. "Jenna, my child." She was thrilled with her visit to Srirano. For starters, her only son's mental state was the complete opposite from before. He looked refreshed, like a gentle spring breeze. His eyes had also recovered very well, he could almo
"Let's go," the stranger commanded her as soon as the door was shut. The van continued to drive forward. When she sensed the chemical fumes coming from the large hands that were covering her nose and mouth, Jenna knew that trouble was in store for her. As the man hurled her into the van, with her mind slowly slipping in a daze, she realized she might have been caught by some of Srirano's deadly theft gangs. Good grief. She might be doomed to die on that day. She struggled to get up, only to find that there were another four or five men in the van. Each of them had strong builds, and sly smiles on their faces. "Let me go, or I'll call the police," Jenna resisted loudly. "This girl seems like a catch. This mink coat she's wearing is worth at least a hundred thousand. Not only have we made a fortune, we can also enjoy the night away." One of the men grinned. Soon, the car erupted in sinister laughter. Jenna shivered. As a car designer, she k