Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1705

Jepherson's car arrived at the hotel. He got down from the car and went upstairs to take a bath. He then changed into another set of clothes. Soon after, someone had already rushed upstairs to trim his hair and nails.

After he had cleaned himself up, Jepherson wore a grey outfit and went downstairs. He pulled open the car door and entered with a bent of his waist.

Once inside, he ordered Stuart, "Inform Jared, get ready to intercept Raeleigh."

"To protect, or to follow?"

"To protect at a close proximity, not even a single step away from her."

Jepherson gazed outside the window. He leaned against the side of the car interior with an expressionless look on his face.

When the car passed the roundabout, Jepherson asked, "Have you already made an appointment with the people from the Green House?"

"I didn't manage to get it. Do we need to contact Lenold? He might have a way."

"No need."

The car quickly arrived at the Green House prison area. Jepherson got out of the car. Stuart immediately went and opened the trunk. He took out two boxes and handed them over to the people who had come up to them.

Jepherson swiftly made his way to the lower level prison area and had Stuart knock on the door.

Not long after, someone from inside inquired the reason for their presence from a small sliding panel. Stuart greeted them first, then told them that they're there to see the warden and to please notify him.

The person inside flicked a glance at the people gathered outside, but did not answer and closed the small panel. There was no movement for a long time.

The sky gradually grew dark. Stuart asked Jepherson, "Are we really going to wait here forever?"

"There isn't a dog who has never gotten dirty once in their lifetime."

Jepherson didn't move an inch as he stood outside.

Being that it was the late autumn season, the weather was very chilly. Not only that, it was the Capital City's first snowfall. While Jepherson spoke, snow had floated gently down from the sky.

Jepherson raised his head and looked at the snowflakes as they danced in the air. The corner of his mouth twitched. "Raeleigh should have arrived by now, right?"

Stuart was momentarily stupefied before he said tentatively, "Not yet?"

Jepherson slid a look his way. "Let's wait."

Stuart made a sound of agreement and beseeched, "Mr. Richards, please go inside. I'll wait here."

"No, let me see how long do they need to open this door."

Jepherson lifted his head up against the snow and stayed stock still.

Around two o'clock at night, as Stuart swept the snow away from Jepherson's body, the door to the prison opened.

A handsome young man in his thirties walked out of the door.

He saw Jepherson who had leaned sideways against the wall and invited him in.

Jepherson threw a glance Stuart's way, who then proceeded to personally carry the two boxes inside as he followed Jepherson.

The metal door closed behind them. With the guidance of the people who had welcomed them in the dark of the night, they were led inside another door and into the prison's reception room.

A figure was already inside. The moment Jepherson came into view, he began to size him up. "Mr. Richards."

Jepherson strode over to the other side and stopped. Another glance and Stuart put the two boxes on the table and opened them.

Although the light was dim, there were clearly two boxes filled with money.

The other individual in the room glanced at it and remained silent.

After being tested twice by Jepherson, Stuart took out his knife and cut the inner linings of the box. The diamonds inside shone even brighter under the dim lighting.

The warden, who sat across from them, reached out and took one. He looked at it carefully, then put down the diamond and simply said, "Go ahead."

"Mr. Richards wants to meet Flynt Moore to confirm if it's actually him." Stuart disclosed.

The warden agreed to the request. "Come with me."

The warden got up and headed towards the door as the rest followed behind him. They trekked along a long pathway. The snow kept falling, but it didn't hinder Jepherson's search for Flynt.