Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 27

Early the following morning, Jenna was still in a trance when she went to work at the Richards Group.

She deliberately put on her formal skirt from Richards Group, with her hair in a high bun and light-colored high heels. She knew that Hansen liked it when she wore light-colored high heels, it would make her beautiful legs look very slender and feminine.

Her whole body was a fresh sight and beautiful, it made her look like eye candy.

The office door was slightly opened, and Jenna felt that it was a little strange. She remembered clearly that she closed the door when she got off work yesterday.

She pushed the door open.

And raised her head.

What she saw got her stunned at the spot.

An exquisitely well- dressed woman in her forties with no wrinkles on her face, appeared before her. She was wearing a charming light blue dress, and was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper elegantly.

Her every move flowed with grace and sophistication.

"Mom... Aunt..." Jenna exclaimed. She never expected that Hansen's mother, Marissa Sotomayor, had come to the company early in the morning and was now sitting in her office.

It seemed that she came looking for her.

Jenna soon came to her senses. "This must not be a small issue if she is here so early," she thought in her heart and she felt a chill.

Jenna could feel that Marissa's whole body was exuding hatred towards her, even though Marissa was just sitting here.

Marissa had always shown her dissatisfaction and disgust for Jenna on her face. She even didn't bother to cover it up.

She had always been eager to persecute Jenna. It seemed that the more she hurt Jenna, the happier she would be.

Jenna's heart felt bitter and uncomfortable. Of course, now that she had divorced Hansen, she didn't have to act according to Marissa's will anymore!

"Auntie, since you came to my office so early in the morning, you must have something important to tell me?" Out of courtesy, Jenna put down the bag in her hand, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Marissa with a smile on her face.

Marissa did not take the glass. She closed the newspaper and looked at Jenna with her sharp eyes. She pointed to the sofa opposite her and motioned for Jenna to sit down.

Jenna sat down calmly as she had nothing to feel guilty for.

"You two are already divorced," Marissa said word by word as if she was giving Jenna a deliberate reminder. Her tone was so cold that it pierced Jenna with a chill that ran down her spine. Jenna forced a smile on her face and replied, "I know."

"Mm, that's good," Marissa said faintly, and suddenly her tone became harsh, "Since you already know, why are you still coming to work at Richards Group? If I remember correctly, there is no one in this company who treats you well, what is your purpose for doing this?"

"Hmph! At least she indeed has some self-awareness!" Marissa sneered in her heart.

Jenna's forceful smile faded and her expression gradually changed. When she spoke again, there was already a cold smile on her face. Since Marissa had revealed her motive for coming here, there was no need for Jenna to pretend anymore.

"Auntie, I think you should ask your son. He was the one who asked me to come here," Jenna replied coldly.

"Don't use Hansen on me. He can't withstand your temptation, but I can. My mind is very clear." When she heard Hansen, Marissa's face no longer had any kindness.

"Let me tell you, Richards Group is the blood and sweat of Hansen's father and mine, I will not allow anyone to destroy it. If you want to play any tricks, you will have to go through me." Marissa's face was stiff and her words were tense.

Jenna felt suffocated. The cold air was like frost whistling through the cold wind, one would shiver with a chill as soon as one touches it. She took a deep breath and looked at Marissa.

"Auntie, are you saying that because you have a guilty conscience? Hansen gives me a salary, and I'm working for the company because of the money. There is nothing wrong with that, but all you do is think negatively of people. Do you think everyone is as narrow- minded as you?" Jenna retorted mercilessly.

She saw that every crack on Marissa's delicate face contained her anger. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide open. Marissa shouted, "Jenna, don't think that the Richards Group will beg you just because you know something about car design. Let me tell you, we have plenty of money. We don't care about the money a b*tch like you brings us. Hansen hired you just because you are a shallow woman who is greedy for money, you can be rid of with just a little money. But I'm not like him, if you want to play tricks, I'll immediately kick you out."

"Really?" Jenna could not help but laugh out loud in anger. "It seems that Auntie, you are still as self-righteous as you used to be. You still think that everyone in the world has to slavish to you."

When Marissa called her a 'b*tch', that was when she had completely crossed the line. Looking at her flushed face, Jenna suddenly smiled and said, "Old woman, who are you to call me a b*tch? Do you think you are very noble? Do you think you're smart? Well, Grandma doesn't like you either. In her eyes, you're also a b*tch. Even Grandma has never treated you as a worthy person, so who are you to call me a b*tch?"

Jenna thought of how unfortunate she was for already suffering so much anger early in the morning. It seemed that as Hannah said, she really shouldn't have gone to work at Richards Group; she was looking for trouble upon herself.

"You..." When Marissa heard what Jenna said to poke at her sore spot, she was so angry that her whole body was shaking.

In this life, who Marissa feared most was Hansen's grandmother. It was well-known that they were not on good terms; they even made the headlines in the past.

Back then, because of Hansen's grandmother, she was slapped by Trevor Richards. That was the only time they argued as husband and wife. Because of that, Marissa did not have a good impression of her mother-in-law. Jenna picked at her old scars, and the past surfaced in her mind. Her face turned livid with anger.

Jenna was no longer the woman that could be easily bullied like she used to be. She sat there quietly, her eyes were as cold and calm as water.

Marissa was used to being pampered, she had listened only to good words. But when Jenna provoked her, she felt like the earth started to spin hastily.

"Mom, what's wrong?" A red figure flashed in from the door. Aria McAdams rushed over in a hurry. Seeing that Marissa wasn't looking good, she hurriedly squatted beside her and asked with concern.

"Aria." Marissa's tense face immediately softened when she saw Aria. She pointed at Jenna and said angrily, as if she saw her lifesaver, "Aria, it's good that you're here. This b*tch had the guts to insult

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"Mom, you're a noble, there's no need to argue with these kinds of people. Don't get angry, your health is more important. I still want to serve you in the future," Aria hurriedly stroked Marissa's back with her hand and persuaded her in a soft voice. Her face was full of smiles and she was gentle and considerate.

Marissa immediately beamed, "Aria, you're so sensible and considerate. When I see you, I feel much better. By the way, is Hansen here? I want to discuss your marriage with him today."

"Really?" Aria's face shone brightly. She looked very surprised and her eyes were shining.