All Chapters of Getting my ex-wife back: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Hansen sat on the couch in the office, feeling depressed and annoyed. It was already late at night and he did not know where to go. His heart felt empty and he was exhausted and weary. He opened the door to the bedroom in his office and went to take a cold shower. After finishing his takeaway meal, he sat on the couch and started smoking a cigar. After a while, his phone rang. He reached for his phone and answered it as he placed the phone near to his ear. "Hello," the person on the other end of the line greeted. "Mr. Richards," Alvin's low and deep voice drifted into his ears, "I've found some important information." Hansen's eyes turned cold. After thinking for a while, he immediately ordered, "Come here immediately. I'm in the office." "Okay," Alvin answered and hung up. Hansen looked a little anxious. His eyes darkened and he was inexplicably nervous. Before he even finished smoking his cigar, Alvin had already arrived. "M

"I didn't expect that Mr. Richards would care so much about his subordinates. I am really touched," Minnie gently said as she was trying to guess what Hansen was thinking. A warm smile appeared on Hansen's face again, and he hooked his finger at her. Minnie's whole body went limp and she almost fell into his lap. Hansen quickly reached out to hold her with one hand and whispered, "Secretary Murphy, steady yourself. It will be bad if you get hurt. This is an office and it's not a good reputation to seduce your boss." Minnie's face changed, and she immediately understood what he meant. Immediately, she blushed as she steadied herself. Hansen smirked and slowly stood up. His fingers suddenly slid over her delicate face as he gently lifted her chin. He smiled charmingly and said, "Of course, if I want to, then that's another story." Minnie immediately widened her bright eyes and looked at him as she blushed shyly. "Tell me, where do you live now?" His vo

Hansen leaned back and spread his hands on the couch. Hansen lit up another cigar and took a puff. Then, he looked at her before taking another puff and looking at her again. He was indifferent to the grief and indignation on her face. Jenna endured the bitterness and said in a pleading tone, "Hansen, do you really have to do this? Didn't you say that we should try and get along with each other? So, let's talk it out, what would it take for you to leave me alone?" Tears started rolling down her cheeks. She was suffering inside. She wondered why God was so cruel to her. "Are you begging me now?" This was the first time Hansen had ever heard Jenna's words of supplication with such a humble tone. He was slightly moved as he looked up at her. Sure enough, her face was devoid of indifference, and instead, filled with grief, despair and sorrow. She just stood there, like a stalk of grass in the autumn breeze, delicate and pitiful, as if it would wither awa

"Ah, Georgia, this is not what Hansen or I want. You should know that Hansen's grandmother is still alive and she is the only one who has the final say in family matters, especially in the Richards Manor. After all, the Richards Manor is left to her by the Old Master. We're helpless too!" Marissa explained desperately. Georgia's face was getting darker, and Earl's gaze was sharp. He was used to seeing such a big commotion. Nevertheless, he always kept his composure. "Hansen, I want to listen to your opinion on this matter. I want to hear what you have to say," he spoke softly, but he was staring at Hansen. If Hansen was not calm and courageous enough, he would not be able to speak his mind. However, Hansen said calmly, "Uncle, you know that this is my second marriage, and I am also a descendant of the Richards family. I can only listen to my elders in some matters. I have already made it clear to Aria that day and asked her to think thoroughly. In the beginning, I did

"No. I don't want to," Jenna was shocked by his words and she shook her head in panic. She had no choice but to unbutton her shirt with her trembling hands. However, the buttons seemed to be against her and she could not unbutton them. Suddenly, she admired her courage for being able to offer her body to him last time. "Are you testing my patience?" Hansen looked at her indifferently. Although he was itching to ravage her, he forced himself to hold it in. There was a coy smile on his face with his eyes scanning her body. He admired her nervous little woman's appearance. The process could not be rushed. it could be compared to winemaking. It's like a fine wine that grew more aromatic and intoxicating the longer it was kept. Hansen enjoyed the process very much. What a lecherous man! Jenna really wanted to turn around and slap him. This d*mn guy! The clothes she was wearing were the conservatives ones that Hansen bought for her. The buttons were in rows, so