Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1791

"I wouldn't say that if I were you, Mr. Scott. My family is also taxpayers." Elizen immediately retorted. Amused, Jacky stated, "I didn't say you aren't. But I will have someone see to it."

"My deepest condolences to you and your family. But I can't do anything about it even if you summon all of us here. What are you trying to tell us?"

"Do you want us to sit around and do nothing?" "That's rather harsh, don't you think, Mr. Scott?" "Don't go around pointing fingers now. There are more than a hundred people here as witnesses. Is this just a game to you?"

Jacky stood up; Elizen did too, in response, and scoffed, "Mr. Scott, I'm not done speaking. Please show some respect."

Jacky looked over at Elizen. "Do I not? You're the one who needs some self-respect."

Facing away, Jacky announced, "Everyone, let's take a break, grab something to eat before we come back to listen to more guff."

With that, Jacky headed out. Seeing the chairperson walk away, everyone else followed.

Only Jepherson and Zorion were left in the room, as well as Elizen and his bodyguard.

Shaking his head, Zorion pulled out his phone to call Rossie, who answered in two shakes.

"Are you coming back soon?" Rossie was in the living room with everyone else, who all looked over, hearing her question. Zorion closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, weary, "Not yet. I'm exhausted, though. I've been sitting here all day, and my body is aching all over."

"Then why don't you come back?"

"Tell that to the hosting party." Zorion said, pulling a long face.

"Is that so? Grab a bite, okay? You'll feel better having something in your system."

And the couple engaged in a conversation, talking about nothing in particular.

Elizen frowned and looked over his shoulder at his bodyguard, who walked out to the stairwell to make a phone call.

He'd take a toilet break in the meantime, and there was a restroom right outside.

However, it was crowded there, so he walked further down to avoid suspicion.

Entering the stairwell, he made the call after closing the door. But before the call connected, he saw someone coming up the stairs.

The bodyguard didn't recognize the person approaching, so he instinctively looked over. There was no one beside him, but he could sense someone behind the door.

Ascending the stairs, Jared stared at the bodyguard with a sinister gaze.

The bodyguard put his phone down and retreated to the door. He turned the knob, but the door wouldn't budge; someone had locked it from the other side.

"Come down."

Jared smirked as he gestured for the bodyguard to go to him.

The bodyguard asked, "Who are you? This is the government office; how did you get in?"

"I said, come down."

Jared gestured again. Seeing that he had nowhere to run, the bodyguard approached Jared, ready for a fight.

He gave Jared a roundhouse kick as soon as he got close. Jared evaded, his back pressed against the wall. The bodyguard noticed his right leg was a little slow and sneered, "Looks like you guys are really short handed. Can't believe they sent a cripple over."

Jared smirked, unbothered by his comment.

The bodyguard gave him another kick, and Jared evaded again, grabbing his ankle. The bodyguard paid the price for belittling Jared. Before he knew it, Jared held a death grip on his leg and ripped it off him.

"Ah!"

The man let out an agonizing scream. Jacky sneered and lit a cigarette, smoking right outside the stairway. Someone caught a glimpse of him but said nothing. He was the mayor, and it was no one's business he was smoking, as long as he didn't do it in front of the cameras.