Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 502

Soren did not bother to answer Quentin’s stupid question and said quickly, "Jared Moeller will announce Finn Moeller's death tomorrow, saying that Finn was accidentally caught in a crossfire between different gangs in Germany. But I saw Jared’s men among the people who killed Finn, so he must be behind this. All the forces in Germany are scrambling for power now. I’ve even found Jared’s men in our branch. If necessary, I’ll withdraw the branch’s funds and move it back to the States."

"Got it, I'll pass it on to the President." Quentin finished speaking and waited for Soren to hang up the phone.

Instead, Soren did not hang up and asked him in a different tone, "How’s Sieben?"

"Sieben?" Quentin laughed irritatingly. “She’s doing great. I heard Madam say that a college freshman that stays at Opal Suites comes home every weekend to look for Sieben.”

There was a muffled grunt from over the phone, then Soren's discontented voice came through, "What does that punk want?"

"How would I know?" Quentin did not know much aside from this. He did not even know where this college freshman came from.

"I'll be back shortly." After saying that, Soren hurriedly hung up the phone.

Soren never called Lindsey, nor did he call the phone that he gave Sieben. On the contrary, Sieben would send him messages every day without fail because most times, he could not answer the call.

Sometimes, Sieben would send him several messages a day, and sometimes, just one or two a day. Most of the time, she just told him about some of the delicious food she ate or whatever fun toys she played with. Occasionally, those messages were interspersed with sentences like this, “Sorie, when will you come back? I miss you…”

Sieben looked silly, but she knew how to read and use the phone. Sometimes, Soren really felt that Sieben did not have the IQ of a five or six-year-old.

"Sir." Someone gently tapped on Soren's shoulder.

Soren's muscles became tense, but he showed a gentle smile, turned around, and asked, "What is it?"

The other party replied quickly, "May I ask if you just came out from inside? I'm a reporter and I heard that there was a murder there. Is that true?"

Soren silently sized up the reporter and made a somewhat frightened expression. "Yes, I saw a lot of people with weapons running out at once. It's too scary, you'd better not go in."

"Okay, thanks." The reporter nodded. "But this is our duty." He smiled faintly at Soren, then turned around and rushed inside.

Soren looked at his back and pondered. ‘Are all the reporters nowadays so stealthy? How did I not notice when he approached me?’

Also, Soren did not know if it was an illusion, but he somehow felt that the person just now gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Soren did not think much about it and quickly blended into the darkness that had a faint ray of light. He then found an unoccupied path and walked back to his room.

If someone who knew Soren saw him now, they would have been surprised. That was because the current Soren looked completely different from his previous look. His face, which was edgy and chiseled, looked rounder now. He had thick lips, small eyes, and his body was also less burly. He even looked one head shorter. When he stood there, he no longer looked aggressive and even looked gentle and harmless.

It was almost dawn, but half a globe away, it was late at night in Atlantic City.

“Beep!” The woman's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a keycard being swiped at the door. She looked up and saw the man walking into the room with a smile on his face. A touch of disgust flashed across her eyes, but her smile was still charming.

"You just came in like that? What if someone’s watching outside?" Ann went up and playfully slapped the man’s chest, then leaned on him flirtatiously.

Although she asked this, she was actually not worried at all. She did not care because she had already died once, so nothing mattered anymore.

The man she was leaning on looked worried. His eyebrows were knitted. "Isn’t Zayn already so busy with work? How could he still have time to watch you?"

After saying that, he smiled deviously and kissed Ann on the cheek. "Baby, let me kiss you. I missed you so much. Since your fiancé can’t come to accompany you on the night of your engagement party, I’ll just have to comfort you in his stead."

His hands wandered all over Ann’s body as he ran his mouth. “F*cking Zayn’s fiancee is so thrilling!”

Ann blinked and was disgusted by his fat body, but she still said, "Don’t be so eager!"

"How can I not be eager? I can't hold it in when I see you. Why do you smell so good?"

Ann looked a little impatient. "Wait, have you done what I asked you to last time?"

The man was obviously unhappy to be interrupted, so he perfunctorily replied, "Soon, soon. That woman has so many people secretly protecting her and usually doesn’t go out of the house. Do you think it’s so easy to get to her?"