Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 781

"Mr. Yintern, he's in the meeting room. I'll take you there," said the secretary warmly. She seemed to have never seen such a serious expression on his face before.

Steffan merely nodded his head and did not object.

In the spacious conference room, Hansen was sitting on the reception chair. His side profile was as cold as ice, perfect and flawless. Even his thick glasses were unable to hide his cold gaze.

Alvin stood by his side with no expression on his face.

"Mr. Yintern, this is Mr. Richards. He said that he has something to talk to you about..." The secretary informed him as they entered the room.

"Prepare some tea." Steffan waved her off.

"Yes." The secretary obeyed and left.

He walked over in a solemn and natural manner, sitting down on the opposite side of Hansen.

"You've found her," he said calmly, the expression on his face as calm as the waves.

Hansen lifted his brows, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He raised his hand to signal for Alvin to leave the two alone.

After a while, the secretary sent two cups of tea and proceeded to leave the meeting room.

In the entire conference room, those two men were the only ones left.

The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped significantly.

"Are your eyes still alright?" Steffan inquired as his slender fingers picked up the teacup on the table, gazing up from his teacup to look at Hansen.

"I'm fine. I probably won't go blind completely." Hansen crossed his legs under the table as he pressed both his palms together on the conference table. His body was straight and his aura was cold and arrogant.

He gazed at Steffan, his expression gradually becoming terrifying, the outline of his face emanating an awe-inspiring chill.

"What exactly do you want from me in order for you to let her go willingly?" he asked aggressively. His tone was cold and hard, as if he was shooting an urgent arrow.

Steffan pulled his lips into a tight smile. Although he knew this was going to be a sharp blow to him, he still straightened up and sat up straight.

"What's yours is yours. Even if you steal something that doesn't belong to you, it's still not yours," he still responded to him calmly with no fear on his face.

"That is to say, you're doing this on purpose?" Hansen's brows knitted together as his aura became even more oppressive.

Steffan was stunned, as a smile started to form on his lips. "Oh, the great Mr. Richards, are there that many 'purposes' in life? Are you saying that I deliberately picked up a woman from a river? Do you really think I'm that bored and have nothing to do in my life ?"

Hansen fell silent.

"Then, what is your motive? I think you're well aware that Jenna is my wife, and we are a legal couple." Light shone through Hansen's eyes and his tone did not allow him to deny it.

Steffan's face fell for a moment, but then he raised his eyebrows again. He chuckled and said, "As expected, Mr. Richards is used to getting along well in the business circles. In his eyes, everyone is a despicable person with impure intentions."

Hansen remained unmoved and was very dissatisfied with Steffan's answer. He continued to question him.

"Oh, since you are so noble, why didn't you inform me that you found her since you're aware she's my wife? Why didn't you send her over to me?"

The breaths in the air were colliding between the two men, and it seemed that traces of gunpowder could be smelled.

Steffan could not help but to squint his eyes as a cold smile played on the corner of his mouth.

The previous night, after seeing Hansen at Melvin's birthday party, he was surprised. He had never paid attention to these celebrity news, but he had spent most of his nights looking at articles regarding Hansen on his computer. Of course, he understood everything about him, including Jenna.

That night, he smoked for half the night and didn't fall asleep until dawn.

"Mr. Richards, perhaps you're a famous person in the eyes of the world, rich and powerful, but in my eyes, you're nothing. What makes you think I would like to befriend you? And what makes you think you can order me around? Tell me, did you come here today to denounce me, or are you going to rob someone from me?" He looked straight at him and asked disdainfully.

Hansen looked at him and clenched his fists. In the end, he unclenched them.

"There is no need to snatch my wife away from you. The law states that she is my wife. From today onwards, she must come home with me. I'm only here to relay my message to you," he declared, word by word. He sounded resolute and firm as he declared his family's fate solemnly.

"Oh," Steffan raised his serious eyebrows and asked, "Is she willing to go with you?"

"Well." Hansen was stunned. He hesitated a little and said, "You should know that she is only willing to stay by your side now because she has lost her memories. Once she regains her memories, she will return to me without hesitation. After all, we love each other."

"No, you don't have the right to say this." Steffan's heart trembled and he felt an uncontrollable guilty conscience. He looked up and instantly thundered, "Why did your wife appear in the river during her pregnancy? Did you know? If I had sent her to the hospital a few minutes later, then she would not be in this world right now. What makes you have the right to say this now?"

A loud bomb seemed to have exploded in Hansen's mind and his entire body froze. A chill rose from the soles of his feet up towards his face, as he turned pale. His vision started to become blurry. He put his hand on his chest and stood silent, his expression seemed to be filled with endless thoughts.

Steffan stared at him sternly and aggressively. He couldn't see the look in Hansen's eyes, so he couldn't understand what was going through his mind, but he knew that he had already hit a vital spot.

There was a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.

Both of them looked at each other and did not speak a word. The atmosphere in the air was heavy and depressing, as if they had been struck by thunder.

After a long while, Hansen's thin lips curled into a rigid arc. His expression was grim to the extreme before he started revealing his anger.

On the wide and flat road, luxury cars were driving by at the speed of light.

Hansen placed both of his hands on his temples, his face still filled with anger. He asked, "Alvin, how big is the market value of the Yintern Corporation now?"

Alvin's eyes were sharp. He looked ahead and replied seriously, "Mr. Richards, the market value of the Yintern Group in Srirano is at most two hundred million yuan."

"Hmph!" Hansen snorted coldly as the cold glint in his eyes gradually converged.

"Mr. Richards, do you want to buy it? Don't worry, I guarantee that Yintern Group will disappear from Srirano overnight." Alvin was calmly spinning the steering wheel in his hand.

Hansen caressed his forehead with his finger. After a long while, he said indifferently, "Steffan saved my wife."

"Oh." Alvin immediately understood. He did not mutter a word after that.

More than anyone else, Hansen knew that if he were to wipe off Yintern Group, Jenna's heart would be the one who would get hurt in the end. "Steffan saved her life. I'm afraid that this d*mned woman wants to devote herself to him now!" he thought.

Judging by her personality, he could only give it further thought.

Steffan was right. If he hadn't brought Jenna to the hospital in time, then would he still be able to see his Jenna? Would Jerry still have a mother?

He looked out of the car window and stared at the scenery silently.

"Alvin, transfer 500 million from the Richards Group. I'm going to nibble away at Yintern Group slowly, keep them on their toes and settle the rest later." He instructed without any expression on his face after a period of silence.

"How dare you steal my woman away from me?" Furthermore, Jenna was his lawfully wedded wife.

Yet, he had gone so far as to stop him from bringing his woman home. That b*stard's attitude showed that he did not put him in his eyes at all. He was too arrogant!

An uncomfortable feeling washed all over

Hansen's body.

He wanted to go against him, it would depend on how serious Steffan was, and how much torture he could withstand.

He had a lot of methods to deal with such a man.

He wanted to see Steffan struggle in the palms of his hand, wailing. Then, Steffan would know that he was not one to be trifled with. If he knew better, then he would retreat when he realized the complexity of the situation.

"Yes, Mr. Richards." A faint smile appeared on the corner of Alvin's mouth as he immediately replied.