Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1670

At the Moore family.

"How's everything going?" Flynt was reading a book with his head slightly bowed, looking indifferent.

Two people holding briefcases stood opposite him.

"They've left and their records are flawless. Even without a lawyer's help, they'll be able to get away scot-free. When we got there, they were already gone. We checked the traffic bureau, but there isn't anything on them. It seems that they've already done the necessary cleaning up before we could get there to dig something up."

As a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses spoke, Flynt looked up, crossed his legs, and asked, "So what you're saying is that they had everything arranged beforehand and knew that we were waiting for them at the hotel entrance? That's why they followed us there?"

"No, I don't think so," the man said. Flynt was amused. "No? What else could it be? They were behind us. How could they have gotten everything sorted out in such a short time?" "The traffic bureau is under our control. You know that." "Yes, it is, but if that woman was the one making the arrangements, she would've made sure to clean up after herself after every single move she made. Otherwise, even if they'd made arrangements beforehand, they wouldn't be so omniscient as to predict our every move," the man with gold-rimmed glasses replied.

Flynt hesitated for a moment, then said, "Is it really her?"

The men opposite him didn't speak. Flynt casually put his book down and got up to get himself a glass of wine. After taking a sip, he turned to look at the other man who'd remained silent all this while. "What about your side?"

The man was dressed in black. He looked at Flynt and said, "Our men got caught before getting close to Monroe and his sons, and who knows whether they'll be able to get out of there. Everyone knows that Zorion Whalen isn't someone to be disregarded, and whoever ends up in his hands won't have a happy ending."

"Give their family a sum as compensation and send them my apologies."

"Understood." "This matter ends here. You guys get some rest,

I'll continue looking into it."

Flynt's gaze darkened as he looked at his wineglass coldly. He swirled the wine around gently and smirked, then brought the wineglass to his lips. He closed his eyes and took a trip down memory lane.

Raeleigh suddenly woke up. She sat up in bed and took a deep breath.

Jepherson sat up as well. She looked at him, her gaze a little frantic.

"Was it a nightmare?" he asked. She nodded. "It was scary."

"What was it?" Jepherson pulled her into his arms, but she merely frowned.

"It's nothing."

Raeleigh broke free of his embrace and got herself a glass of water. After sitting around for a while, she asked Jepherson, "When are you going to let Cynthia go?"

Jepherson was sitting on the bed. "Did you dream of her?"

Raeleigh didn't answer him, but what she'd dreamed of was even scarier than something happening to Cynthia.

"I just want to know when you're going to let her go, or whether you're going to release her. Tell me so that I can prepare myself."

"I can't keep her locked up forever. Even if you're willing to, I'm not. I can't just let Jared be for a woman's sake."

Jepherson sat down in front of Raeleigh and asked her what was going on. She rubbed her forehead. Her dream was so terrifying that she couldn't go into it again.

"Give me your phone," she said as she reached for Jepherson's phone. He watched as she called Xanthus.

At this time, Xanthus was still searching for Cynthia. He'd barely slept or rested, looking for her tirelessly.

He was surprised to receive Raeleigh's call. It was already supposed to be late at night where she was.

Why was Raeleigh calling him at this time?

When Xanthus answered the phone, he asked, "Raeleigh, is that you?"