All Chapters of Getting my ex-wife back: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"Hey, Ms. Murphy." The conversation in the conference room stopped abruptly, and all eyes were on her. The shrewd Tobey immediately greeted her politely. Rudolph relied on his identity in the Richards family, as well as his position in the company. He just nodded at Jenna, then left the room. "Mr. Richards, please have a seat." Jenna nodded at Tobey as if she hadn't heard their conversation at all. Tobey sat down at the guest seat opposite her, took out an envelope, and carefully said, "Ms. Murphy, I am here to ask you about some technical issues. The batch of products designed by you has already started its production, but there's now a little issue regarding the raw materials. At present, the material you requested cannot be found in A City. Besides, there's this other production issue that's also troublesome. I'm here today to see if you can make some changes so that we can save a lot of money." Jenna looked down at the information in her hand and her delicat

However, they ran into Hansen in the backyard of Ink Garden. Jenna would always remember the scene of Hansen being furious. His face was almost red in color; even the muscles on his handsome face were distorted. He looked really terrifying back then. His gaze was cold, without a hint of warmth, and they were full of hatred for her and her father. Jenna had met him on campus before, but he usually only had a cold expression on his face. He never looked at her directly, and he would walk away immediately when she was around, as if she was sick with something contagious. However, that day, he was so terrifying; even the hatred in his eyes was so strong. She was scared at the time, and told her father that she no longer wanted to marry Hansen after they got home. However, her father, who had always been open-minded, did not agree. He insisted on their marriage, regardless of her objections. After so many years, she still did not know why her father insisted on

"That's not the case. According to what I observed, Mr. Whalen always had a good impression of you. Think about the last incident; it was you who helped me out so that I did not suffer any losses and left the company with dignity. Otherwise, I wouldn t have gotten anything. I still need to thank you for this." "Mr. Levin, that's nothing. It was just a small favor. Don't mention it," Jenna smiled and said modestly. "May I know what you are doing now?" Jenna asked tentatively, looking at his face. Jersey was someone who knew and loved cars. He had been in the automobile industry for a lifetime and was indeed experienced. If he could work for Richards Group, it would undoubtedly be good news for the Richards Group. Even if they did not need him in person, his experience and insights were already more than enough. Many years later, Rayan lamented that the company had missed two talents at the time, one was Jenna and the other was Jersey. Of course, this was only mentione

The manor-like townhouse in front of them was magnificent and the two tall spires were luxurious. The milky white exterior walls were matched with dark red bricks; it was a typical European building. There was a large lawn at the entrance decorated with shining street lights, whereas the beautiful bay scenery could be clearly seen at a distance. Jenna could tell that this villa was very valuable at a glance; it probably cost at least 20 million dollars. Because of the good educational resources in the city, the housing prices were extremely high. Whose villa was this? Richards Group? Just as she was thinking about it, a middle-aged woman in a servant's uniform came out in a hurry. She then greeted Hansen politely, "Hello Young Master, the house is all cleaned up." "Okay, Flora. You can leave now. We are going to stay here for a few days," Hansen waved at her and said softly. Flora responded with a smile and left them alone. Hansen walked toward the e

"Hansen, my father is dead." Jenna's face was pale and she closed her eyes while the tears flowed from her eyes. "Oh." Hansen made a faint "Oh" sound, with an unfathomable dim light in his eyes. He raised his hand, and his hand fell on her waist again, as if to comfort her. He hugged her more tightly and patted her waist gently. "I already knew." Sure enough, he knew. Jenna was fortunate that she took the initiative to speak out today and she was relieved, but she heard his solemn words, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" His expression became cold and the tenderness on his face disappeared instantly. His eyes became deep and sharp and even had an icy look, which made Jenna feel a little frightened. As if she had done something wrong, tears welled up in her eyes. She tried her best not to cry and her face was so pale that it almost became transparent. Why didn't she tell him earlier? Could she explain the reason clearly? How was she going to phrase it? Shou