Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 188

Hansen narrowed his eyes. Christopher had been hungry for achievements. For the sake of his track record, he might very well care about himself only and risk ruining their plan. Hansen could not just sit there and wiggle his toes while waiting for news. He still had to have certain details for the revenge. He could do nothing except to avenge Jenna and give her a proper answer. He was at the end of his wits to gain her forgiveness.

Time passed by and night came. He still had the yellow envelope in his hand, unmoving.

Vivian had sent someone to hand the envelope over to him. It was not until this moment that he found out she was also investigating the case secretly.

"Hansen, I am old and no longer capable of helping with the case. I leave the rest of the investigation to you. Jenna is a good girl and she deserves the truth.

I hope you'll do your best to bring her justice." She had called him on the phone and explained everything she did. He was stunned.

It turned out that she had been aware of a lot of things all along. It was shocking to know that an old woman like her already had her hands on this case for a long time!

Maybe, Christopher knew about it too. Otherwise, why was he dropping hints like that?

Hansen thought that he was clever but he turned out to be the dumbest of them all.

He gripped the envelope tightly in his hand. Several hours passed but he remained hesitant in opening it.

After Alvin left, he sat in the dark, lost in his thoughts. The petite body that once embraced him and gave him warmth was nowhere to be found. It was a foreign memory, a foreign sensation, as if a dream that he was slowly waking up from.

The thought of not having Jenna by his side ached his heart.

It was not until late night that he made the decision to open the envelope.

A line of words came into view. It was Vivian's handwriting. He was amazed that his 90-year-old grandmother wrote it by hand. It was a line from a poem, "From the same root they were born, torture amongst left cruelty and forlorn."

Having read the one sentence was enough to strike him hard in the guts.

He looked through the files inside and his hands started to shake.

He was right. Norton had something to do with this!

He boiled with anger as he read through his well-hidden misconduct!

His men had been following Norton but they did not find any suspicious information. Despite that, his grandmother managed to dig up the dirt he had done. Norton concealed it so perfectly that it slipped through his grasp.

He had plotted Javon Murphy's incident.

On the night before Javon ran for director of the office, Norton had secretly worked with Brock to design the car accident so that he would become director instead.

Despicable!

Hansen felt a buzz in his head. His expression was awful, apparent with burning rage.

D*mn it!

How could he be so cruel?

It was not that he had not suspected Norton but they found no evidence. Nevertheless, he was the most suspicious and he had the motive to commit the crime. If they were to say that Norton had plotted Javon's death, everyone would probably believe it.

D*mn. He clenched his teeth, fire blazing in his eyes.

His phone rang in the darkness. It was from Jordan.

"Mr. Richards, I have something to tell you," Jordan cut to the chase. The police were given a direct order from the higher ranks to solve this case as soon as possible, hence he had to do his best to finish the investigation. And so he did, day and night.

"Speak," Hansen said in a low voice.

"I have restored the engine of that car. It was Pranica, Richards Group's luxury car," Jordan said flatly after a pause.

"Okay." The news was no surprise to Hansen.

"Also, after checking the fingerprints on the car and retrieving surveillance videos in a few intersections, we find Norton very suspicious. Therefore, we will be forming a task force to investigate him tomorrow. I'm just calling to inform you about this beforehand." Jordan hesitated when he spoke about Norton.

Hansen's eyebrows furrowed as his expression darkened. He stared at the line written by his grandmother, "From the same root they were born, torture amongst left cruelty and forlorn."

He kept thinking of Norton's face that resembled him slightly. His heart was so burdened by the truth that he could not breathe.

"Alright. Do follow your procedures. You must not protect him for the sake of the Richards family but you should not wrong him either. Please interrogate him fairly with the appropriate methods," Hansen spoke with difficulty.

"Don't worry, Mr. Richards. Under my watch, we would never accuse an innocent person nor would we let a bad person off the hook," Jordan replied frankly.

"Okay, good." A bitter smile appeared on Hansen's face. He placed the phone down weakly.

He recalled what had happened in the past few months and painfully closed his eyes.

He thought, "Jenna, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The Richards family had done her wrong. They had hurt her and her father. He bolted up all of a sudden and ran outside.

Norton did such a monstrous scheme out of his desire for power. It was unforgivable!

Hansen started the car and headed straight toward Cloud Residence.