Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 153

The corner of Hansen's mouth raised slightly. He approached Norton and said seriously, "Javon was killed on the eve of the election for the head of the Finance Department. Now, Jordan is fully responsible for investigating this case. I think everyone knows who gets the benefit and who gets the detriment in it!"

After speaking, his eyes stared straight at Norton's eyes like a sword, as if to look straight into his heart to see what he was thinking.

Norton's hand that was holding the red-wine glass trembled slightly, and the smile on his face stiffened. "You're right, Hansen. Come on, warm yourself up with a good glass of French red wine."

Norton held the thin leg of the red-wine glass and shook it slightly. The scarlet red liquid in the glass tilted slightly and he tilted it toward Hansen, and covered the embarrassment on his face well.

Hansen glanced at the red wine in front of him indifferently, and did not reach out to take it. However, he calmly asked, "What about your things? Show me quickly."

"It's here, don't worry. Take this glass of wine and I'll bring it to you." Norton smiled warmly, and his voice was very pleasant. He seemed to be afraid that Hansen had any concerns, so he said heartily, "Hansen, you are the director of the Richards Group. I am nothing more than just concerned about you," "That's great, Norton. You are a government official. You are the hope of our family. You can let me know if you have any problems, but I don't want to hear any bad rumors about you." Hansen reached out and took the wine glass, then looked at him again. He asked seriously, 11 Norton, do you understand what I mean?"

Of course, Hansen said this after he had done some investigation. He hired someone to follow Norton for a period of time and had not found any weird doubts yet recently. This was very gratifying to him. Javon died on the eve of the election for the head of the Finance Department and Norton was the one raking the benefits from his death.

In other words, if Javon didn't die, based on his prestige, it was impossible for Norton to become the head of the Finance Department. Therefore, the biggest beneficiary of Javon' s death was Norton. If Javon's death was to be investigated, Norton would be the first suspect, so that was why Hansen said those words just now.

From the bottom of Hansen's heart, he hoped that Norton had no part in this incident. After all, he was a government official and Richards Family's hope in terms of politics. Of course, Hansen didn't want him to become an official by using despicable schemes.

Although Norton was unpredictable, he didn't seem to be bold enough to kill someone. After all, Hansen was practically his sibling and they had grown up together.

"Of course I understand that you care about me. know all of this. Don't worry, I won't do anything outrageous no matter how disappointed I am. Come on, to thank you for giving me advice, cheers," Norton said gratefully, with a humble smile on his face and a generous demeanor.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the wine glass in his hand.

Hansen was relieved too when he heard Norton say that. As long as this case was not related to Norton, it will be way easier to handle.

Looking at the time, Hansen thought that Jenna would arrive soon, and he smiled slightly.

Norton drank the red wine in one gulp, took out a paper bag with a yellow cover from the bag beside him, and put it on the table in front of Hansen. Norton said seriously: "Hansen, the information got from the Finance Department is here. There is a CD, so you can go home and watch it yourself."

Saying this, Norton looked up and saw that Hansen had not drunk the red wine in his hand yet. A dim light flashed in his eyes, and he smiled again. He pretended to be confused and asked, "Hansen, why aren't you drinking the wine? I wonder if you are still mad at me or you don't believe in the information I gave you?"

Hansen looked down at the yellow paper bag and looked at Norton's face calmly. Seeing that his face, which was still smiling heartily just now, was awkward at this moment, Hansen smiled lightly and said casually: "Of course I am not! It's just a glass of wine. You can' t be poisoning me, right? I will drink it for you."

After speaking, Hansen shook his head slightly, then drank it in one gulp. The red wine felt a little bitter as it slid into his mouth. He frowned, and his eyes glanced at the wine glass suspiciously. At that moment, his phone rang. Hansen hurriedly picked up the phone and saw that it was Jenna. The time was just right! He smiled, pressed on the green button, and was about to put the phone to his ear. However, he suddenly felt weak, and he lost all his strength and he couldn't even lift his arms.

He felt dizzy immediately and his vision went blurry. He could only hear Jenna's clear and anxious voice coming from the phone, "Hansen, where are you? I have arrived."

He wanted to talk, but he felt extremely tired and couldn't even say a word.

At this moment, a gunshot sounded in the Hilton Hotel. It echoed throughout the entire hotel, and even the ceiling was shaken.

The darkness in front of Hansen continued to expand, and there was only one figure lingering in front his eyes. It was Jenna. He shouted in his heart, and fell heavily on the sofa.

Norton stood beside him coldly, looking at Hansen's body, and a gloomy smile appeared on his face.

Hansen, enjoy your night with Aria tonight! Soon, a piece of good news will be delivered to your family.

He pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and after a while, two men who looked like construction workers came up.

"Remember, send him to the presidential suite," Norton took out a few hundred dollar bills and said to them. "Okay," the two of them accepted the money and agreed, then they carried Hansen out.

There were noises and screams everywhere outside, and some guests were screaming horribly, "Oh no! Some robbers have opened fire! Some terrorists have entered the hotel!"

Such a shout made the guests flee in all directions.

After all, there were terrorists everywhere in the world, and they were becoming more and more rampant. Everyone was afraid that they might become the next victim.

Fear brought chaos, and the entire hotel was now in extreme chaos.

The guests were all trying to run out, but Jenna desperately rushed inside, simply because Hansen was waiting for her inside. As long as she could stay by his side, her heart would be at peace and she would not be afraid of anything anymore.

"Why are you here? Where's Hansen?" When Jenna finally got into the room with sweat all over her forehead, she only saw Norton sitting on the sofa, holding a wine glass, looking at her strangely. His face was flushed; he seemed to have drunk a lot of

wine.

"Jenna, Hansen already left as he had something to do. Come and sit down," Norton said as he smiled and waved to her.

"Had something to do?" Jenna glanced around the room, and she immediately saw the phone on the sofa, confirming that Hansen was here not long ago. However, he would never leave his phone behind!

Norton looked at the phone and he smiled. "Look, his phone is here, I didn't lie to you."

He smiled with a calm face.

"Jenna, come and sit down and have a glass of red wine. It's messy and dangerous outside now. It's safe to stay here," Norton coaxed.

Jenna looked at the time. It was already past nine o'clock. She was very anxious. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at Norton to ask, "Where did Hansen go? I made an appointment with him. Usually, he never leaves his phone behind, so why did he leave it here today?" Norton squinted his eyes, concealed the dark light in his eyes, and looked at the woman in front of him who fascinated him. She was such a beautiful woman, but she only cared about Hansen, and didn't pay any attention to him. She didn't even take any extra unnecessary glances at him, and this made him feel so sad.

"Jenna, sit down. Let's talk, okay?" he stood up and said. He walked toward Jenna with a gentle and eager light in his eyes.

Seeing him walk toward her, Jenna took a few steps back and looked at him cautiously.