Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1493

When Raeleigh and Jepherson arrived at the Richards Family, there were two luxury cars parked at the door. They did not have local car plate numbers, but the cars belonged to the Richards family.

Jepherson explained to Raeleigh, "This car was designed by our family, so it's a limited edition model. After production, the first few cars were gifted to some families."

"They had to be someone who had a good relationship with your family. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so generous, right?"

Raeleigh had already guessed that the car was given to the Doyle family.

Jepherson did not answer, indicating a silent admission.

Raeleigh followed Jepherson in. The butler was shocked when he saw Jepherson. Then, he walked to Jepherson and greeted, "Mr. Jepherson."

Jepherson's gaze was cold as he asked, "Who's here?"

The butler glanced at Raeleigh, who was standing next to Jepherson. With his hands tightly grasped together, he said hesitantly, "Some members of the Doyle family came to discuss your marriage."

Raeleigh could tell that the butler was uneasy.

However, she deliberately did not look at him and turned her gaze away.

It was early in the morning. The mornings in City A were warmer than those in Capital City, so Raeleigh did not feel cold. Maybe because of the plants around them, there was a soft, white mist and the air was fresh.

"Is that so? Why did they come to discuss my marriage when I'm not here?" A cold glint flashed in Jepherson's eyes. The butler lowered his head slightly and replied, "Thank goodness you came back in time. I was just about to call you."

Raeleigh turned around and glanced at the butler. He was still a smooth liar despite his old age. Raeleigh could tell that he had not intended to call Jepherson, but he could still lie about it as if it was real.

Jepherson snorted and said, "I'll go and see the worthless piece of sh*t that came all the way just to propose."

Raeleigh was speechless. Jepherson really did like to show his arrogant side to exert dominance.

Why did Jepherson have to make the butler uncomfortable? He had not done anything to displease Jepherson. Raeleigh thought to herself.

Jepherson pulled her after him, placing her luggage on the ground. The butler quickly called someone to take the luggage into the house.

Walking forward, Jepherson asked, "Where are they?"

The butler followed behind them. "They're with Madam Marissa in the Ink Garden."

"Okay."

Jepherson took Raeleigh's hand and strode forward. When they arrived at the Ink Garden, the servants came out one after another. When they caught sight of Jepherson and his fierce expression, they were too scared to approach him.

"Mr. Jepherson," they greeted politely.

Jepherson ignored them. His temper was even worse than Santiago's. Raeleigh realized why Santiago was afraid of him. If he behaved like that, who would not be afraid of him?

After entering, Jepherson changed to a pair of indoor shoes and took Raeleigh inside. The servants were so scared that their faces turned pale. They hurried after him.

"Didn't the Doyle family come to discuss the marriage? Who's this? He's not even from the Doyle family."

Jepherson walked in while holding Raeleigh's hand. As soon as they entered, the living room fell silent.

Raeleigh looked around and saw about eight people sitting in the living room. They included Old Master Richards, Mrs. Richards, Jenna, and Hansen.

One of the visitors was Stella's grandmother, who was dressed expensively from head to toe. The other visitors seemed to be either rich or distinguished people. A woman sat next to the old lady. The rest, who were all men, were seated to one side.

When Raeleigh and Jepherson walked in, Geraldine looked a little unhappy, but she did not say anything.

The others also looked at Raeleigh. At that instant, Jenna felt a little embarrassed. Usually, she would get up to approach Raeleigh, but now, she did not.

Raeleigh stood beside Jepherson, observing the situation in the living room. It seemed that the Doyle family had something on the Richards family. They were not here to propose a marriage but to force it.