Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 296

"Remember, the two of you will have to stake out here. You must get your hands on this woman within two days," said Damon, who is Brock's minion, to the two men with a cigarette in his mouth, as he took his phone out and showed them a picture of a woman.

"D*mn, this woman looks pretty. We should have some fun with her when we bring her back." One of the men snickered with a perverted face and a mouth full of teeth that were stained due to the cigarette smoke.

"Don't worry, this woman is already three months pregnant. Our boss had said that once we bring her back, she's ours to enjoy. We can play with her until her baby is gone." Damon smirked wickedly. "This woman is worth ten million, and she's for you guys to enjoy. You'd better try your best."

"This is a good benefit. Let me take a closer look. Wow, her skin looks so smooth and tender, she must be a high quality product. It's a pity that she's pregnant. Therefore, she's no longer a virgin. Her 'parts' must not be that tight anymore," the other men said regretfully with a perverted and greedy expression.

"She's already very pretty. Look at her curvy body. Besides, she hasn't given birth yet, so it's probably not loose yet. You will still be able to enjoy it." Damon imagined the bloody scene and wiped his saliva. The vulgar man continued to fan the flames. "Our boss said that each time we play with her, we get a thousand dollars. We have to play with her as many times as we can. Then we'll get to distribute the money afterwards."

As soon as his words were said, the three men were tempted and desperate. They rubbed their palms together, and couldn't wait to bring the woman back.

"Listen here, when you blend into the crowd, be sure not to be caught. From what I know, the security here is very strict," Damon said seriously. "Earning money is important, but nothing serious must happen. If our drug factories hadn't been destroyed, our boss probably would not have accepted this assignment. We're slightly deprived of money now. So, our boss wants to leave immediately after this mission."

"Alright. Don't worry, Damon. We will be careful," the two of them said solemnly as they nodded.

When night had fallen, the two of them snuck into the yard of Richards Manor.

It was New Year's Day, and raindrops started to fall from the sky. A chilly breeze blew through the air. It was gloomy and cold. However, the atmosphere of the new year's arrival was even livelier.

There was a huge musical concert in the morning, as well as a lucky draw session.

The charity event that Jenna had planned was supposed to be held during the peak of the concert. Since children were present, she had to give them a satisfactory response.

Of course, other than the charity event, she wasn't interested in participating in any of the other activities. She planned to leave at night, and never to return again.

In those few days, she had hired a lawyer and was prepared to deal with the legal matters, such as handing over the authority over Richards Manor's household affairs and the forgiveness letter to Norton.

She was sure that she no longer had a reason to stay here. There was nothing to be missed here.

Early in the morning, Rayan accompanied her to Central Island.

"Jenna, Jenna, you are finally here." Just as Jenna arrived at the guest lounge on Central Island, a group of kids rushed over to her and surrounded her.

"Frey, Cici, what's the matter?" Jenna touched their heads and asked with a smile.

"Jenna, a rich-looking lady tried to chase us away yesterday. She said that we were beggars, and wouldn't allow us to eat anything. She only left us leftovers," Frey said with tears in her eyes.

"Miss Murphy, you are so much kinder than that woman. She's so arrogant, and looks down on us poor people," said Jodie Meyer helplessly as she walked over to Jenna. She was the dean of the orphanage.

That woman? Jenna's heart sank. Soon enough, she knew what had happened. Sabrina had called her the day before and told her about this, but she couldn't do anything about it. Grandma was basically stuck inside, and Hansen was on Aria's side. He was no longer willing to see her. The servants all listened to whomever was in charge, and now that Aria was about to become Mrs. Richards, all the servants started listening to her. After all, status was the most important thing, and there was a high possibility that Aria would be in charge in the future. They could also tell that Hansen was starting to side with Aria.

Therefore, they started to ignore Jenna's existence.

In their eyes, Jenna no longer stood a chance.

Jenna's face was gloomy, and she could only smile bitterly.

"Look, it's the woman. They are here," Frey cried out all of a sudden, pointing her finger to the front.

Jenna looked towards the direction of the place she was pointing at.

She saw Hansen, who was in a traditional outfit, strolling with Aria from the Green Jade Garden, hand in hand. The two of them had bright smiles on their face, and looked very intimate. They looked like a match made in heaven, and attracted a lot of attention.

A worker in a black suit trailed after them as he carried an umbrella over their heads. Minnie held a fox fur shawl on her hand, and was ready to drape it over Aria, who was wearing a revealing gown.

On that day, Aria wore a dreamy, lilac gown. There was a pink belt around her waist, with diamonds encrusted all over it, making her look pretty and elegant. The corsage on her chest had a large diamond, and it matched the huge, diamond earrings on her ears, as well as the diamond ring of a few carats on her ring finger. Her outfit exuded an aristocratic aura of the young madam of the Richards family.

Holding onto Hansen's arm, she held her head high. Her curvaceous body attracted many stares.

Jenna fell silent. She looked down at her simple outfit and felt a little downcast. She stood there quietly, and the smile on her face faded.

Marissa was right, she was only an ordinary woman. She neither came from a wealthy nor a powerful family. So, she wasn't worthy of being the young madam. It was her fate.

Her eye sockets started to fill up with tears. Back then, her father used to treat her like a princess, and would bring her to all kinds of luxurious banquets. Nevertheless, those days were long gone. She would never have a day like that ever again.