Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 663

Surely enough, three days later, Matteo's was dumbstruck.

On the morning of that day, no sooner had he popped into the office than the authorities came for an investigation. It was beyond his imagination that his company would actually be involved with the framing of the Richards Group. Moreover, in the face of a large amount of evidence, his legal team could not reverse the case. Finally, the Jones Group's luxury cars were forced to be banned and withdrawn from the global market once and for all. Not only that, the one hundred million dollars that he had earned previously was all used up to pay the fine.

The peak of his fury was the rumors spreading within the market due to the authorities' investigation, and the news media seemed to have caught wind of the news long ago and swarmed to their company, having a field day. Influenced by this bad news, the Jones Group stock took a nosedive, and its market value had shrunk by a hundred million. In the absence of an external bailout, and as it was sudden, the Jones Group was seriously damaged.

His investment in Sky Sword Group was directly dismissed by Zoella, thereby rendering all his investments invalid.

Under the dual pressure, Jones Group was hit in the vital part. It was greatly weakened and could no longer be revived. In addition, his sons did not know much about management. Just like that, in the next few decades, Jones Group would be struggling to stay afloat. They would no longer be able to be as powerful as they were. The previous glory would have been gone with the wind.

It didn't help that the incident of Oscar being castrated by someone had dumbfounded him that he immediately passed out. Matteo was so furious that he lay in the bed pitifully, lamenting endlessly.

Later, he lay down on the hospital bed, languishing in his own mental anguish. When he recalled the past, he found out that the Jones Group was most glorious when cooperating with Zoella. At that time, the Richards Group had been battered by Zoella, teetering at the edge of the precipice.

It was only then that he finally understood that he had offended Zoella, and what he did was over-the-top!

He lowered his head and accepted his fate. However, from then on, the name Zoella Yates and even the word 'women' scared the sh*t out of him whenever he thought of them. Therefore, he also earnestly warned his descendants not to mess with Zoella. Even if they were poorer than before, it wouldn't matter. However, of course, that was doomed to be only an afterthought.

After dealing with them, Zoella felt invigorated, and even her self-confidence had ratcheted a few more notches.

After Libby received the money, he became fiercely loyal to her.

On that day, Zoella was sitting in front of the window, staring at the computer screen.

All of a sudden, she frowned, and her face was full of coldness.

That afternoon, Richards Manor announced Vivian's death to the outside world. To her, this announcement was a piece of good news. After all, it would be best if Vivian passed away at that time.

The more chaotic the Richards family became, the greater the chance for her.

That was the effect she wanted.

However, when she saw the news below, her expression turned dark.

The headline of the news was about Vivian's death, but the following news rattled her core.

Although the news of Meroy's death came only after Vivian's news, it still packed a punch. After all, it was a murder case, not to mention that it had taken place in Richards Manor. This was no small matter.

Her brows were knitted tightly, and her face was devoid of expression.

"Libby," she called out loudly.

"Any command, Miss Yates?" Libby answered and came in.

"Libby, Letty and Liya went into Vivian's bedroom last night, didn't they?" she asked sternly, frowning.

Libby also came across the news and knew what Zoella was referring to. He was a little flustered.

"Could be." He carefully speculated. "Yesterday, I passed your order to Letty and asked her to think of a way to interrogate Vivian's personal maid, Meroy. They probably snuck into her room last night and interrogated her. I don't know what happened, but they might have ended up killing her."

Libby was following this train of conjectures, but he didn't know who killed Meroy.

"Fool! Stupidity at its finest!" Zoella gritted her teeth and slammed her palm on the table. Zoella angrily cursed, her face turning black.

The day before, she had instructed Libby to inform

Letty to find a way to interrogate Vivian's servant, Meroy. This woman had always been by Vivian's side and had won her trust. Such a secret matter could be something her descendants might not be privy to, but chances were, she might be aware of it. After all, Vivian needed to keep such an important piece of jewelry a secret for so many years. It was evident that Vivian couldn't do it alone. The person whom she had chosen had had to be particularly loyal or had something extraordinary to do with her. She was definitely someone whom she had thought highly of.

Therefore, she thought of starting with Meroy by coercion and enticement to see if she could find out the whereabouts of the jewelry.

She was anxiously pacing back and forth in her room.

"Miss Yates, I guess it's very likely that Liya and Letty did it. I called them today, but I couldn't get through to any of them. Obviously, they are scared to pieces," Libby informed in a panic.

Zoella finished smoking a cigarette and uttered indifferently, "How about this? Libby, prepare something and head to Richards Manor for Vivian's memorial."

"Alright." Libby agreed and left the room.

However, after a while, he turned back and asked softly, "Miss Yates, what kind of things do we need to prepare for the memorial?"

Zoella rolled her eyes at him. If Octavia were here, then there was no need for her to worry about these things at all. Octavia would prepare everything and just followed her. It was obvious that Zoella could no longer find such a thoughtful person. Thinking of this, she felt lost.

Was it because she did not cherish her, or had she been incited by Jenna, that b*tch? Recalling Octavia's help in the past, she was depressed and just waved her hand. "Forget it. I will prepare it myself."

Libby immediately retreated when he heard this.

The dark night was swirling with sand and pebbles, hitting their faces and bodies, causing them to ache badly.

Hansen and Christopher hid next to another hill. After a short while, they could feel the sand and stone in their mouths and noses.

Their eyes were fixed on another hillside. Hansen picked up a binoculars and looked at it from time to time.

The night was getting deeper. The sun was scorchingly hot in war-torn country during the day, but sand and stones were sweeping in the evening. The temperature dropped by more than ten degrees. It was surprisingly cold.

"Mr. Richards, they're about to move." Christopher notified him softly as he stared in front of him. He poked Hansen, who was beside him, with his finger. With his binoculars, Hansen looked over at the other side of the hill. Surely enough, an emergency lamp and flashlight appeared. His spirit was instantly roused.

All of this waiting was for this moment! Jenna's face appeared in his mind, as well as Jerry's tender face. He gripped the gun in his hand tightly.