Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 302

"Jenna..." Trevor wanted to stop her but it was already too late. "Quick. Follow her and protect her. She's pregnant with a child." He instructed the young man next to him.

These bodyguards had all been personally trained by him in the past, and he had always treated them well. Even though he had been paralyzed for the past few years, the moment he woke up and wanted to look for them, all of them returned with merely a phone call.

He watched Jenna's figure far away with a worried heart, and shook his head. He regretted telling her this news. Initially, Minnie would probably be the only victim, but now that she had known about it, who knows if she'd do anything under impulse?

Trevor's expression was solemn.

Jenna had been through so much hardship, yet her kind-heartedness had never changed. This was the part of her that he admired the most!

"Rayan, please, take me to Brock." Jenna rushed to the front desk. Rayan was sitting gracefully on the couch reading some newspapers, and his brows furrowed every once in a while. She rushed up to him within a few steps and pleaded while she held his hand, and her eyes were full of worry.

"What's wrong?" Rayan was shocked by Jenna's behavior. He sat up straight and looked at her with a puzzled face as he kept the newspapers.

"Rayan, let's go. Hurry up. I have no time to explain it to you now. Take me to Brock, please." Jenna put her hands together, making a pleading gesture, and pulled onto his arms, wanting to leave.

Rayan pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and grabbed Jenna's hand.

"Jen, are you sure you want to do this?" His voice was calm, neither anxious nor impatient. "It's not that easy to go to Brock's place."

Jenna didn't have time to think about it. She just nodded her head in a hurry, with beads of sweat dripping on her forehead.

"I have to go and save her. We don't have much time. I'm worried that we won't be able to make it on time," she said fretfully. "It doesn't matter where she is. I have to go find her."

"You? Are you sure you won't end up being a victim yourself?" Rayan gave her glance. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

"Rayan, we have no other choice. If there is a chance to save her, then we must try. I know that you're capable, and you know how to deal with all sorts of people. I can only beg you now," she said with a distressed face. She was concerned, and her voice had a crying tone.

"Aih!" Rayan shook his head and sighed. "Silly girl. She treated you so badly yet you're still being so kind to her."

At that moment, Jenna was a little stunned. She didn't tell him whom she was going to save, but it seemed as if Rayan already knew. Did he already know about everything?

However, she didn't have the mood to ask these questions. She just dragged him outside.

"Alright, I'll bring you there. But promise me that once we get there, you'll listen to my instructions and not make any impulsive moves." He ordered as he nodded and approved, worrying that she would do something dangerous out of impulse. After all, she was still pregnant. Honestly, he felt that it wasn't worth the effort to save a woman like Minnie.

"Alright, I will do it. I will listen to your instructions." Jenna nodded repeatedly to show agreement, knowing that she would be depending on him.

Seeing that he had no other way to stop her, Rayan shook his head and brought her out.

On the beach of the vast ocean, the dark night hung over the surface of the ocean like a big net. The night sky was silent, and a cold wind blew across the sea. The night of New Year's day was extraordinarily cold.

Brock stood in the cabin of the ship, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his fierce and ruthless eyes. The huge scar on his face twitched every once in a while as he smoked his cigarette. The light altered from dark to bright, like a wildfire in the night.

There was only a dark circle of light on the ship. The ship was anchored at a dark and unnoticeable corner so that it wouldn't attract any attention.

Several figures approached the ship and hopped onto it.

Muffled cries came from the sack they were carrying.

"Boss, we've caught her." Damon stepped forward and exclaimed.

"What about the money? Did you get the money?" Brock didn't bother looking at the person they were carrying. He was more concerned about the other five million. According to the contract, he would be paid five million first, and then paid the other five million after they have successfully caught the girl.

"Yes, it's here." Damon took out a black leather suitcase. Brock opened it and shone a torchlight onto it. Seeing that it was filled with stacks of newly minted cash, he nodded, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"That woman is all yours. Enjoy her while you can, and get rid of the baby in her womb as soon as possible. The moment our helicopter arrives, we have to leave immediately," Brock said maliciously as he waved at them.

"Alright. Thank you, boss." Damon led the two men to the cabin.

"Ah, don't!" In an instant, the scream of a woman was heard.

"Damon, you can go first. We'll do it afterwards." The lustful voice of a man sounded, as heavy and hasty breathes could be heard.

"F*ck, hurry up. Someone grab her hands, and someone hold onto her legs. I'll take my pants off," a rude male voice scolded.

"Yes, boss." It was a rushed voice.

Soon, a shrill scream blared into the dark night sky.

But very soon, they stuffed her mouth, and darkness swallowed everything. All the crimes started to happen.

"Mr. Matthews, I've received news that Brock and his minions planned to leave after an hour. Jonas's helicopter will be arriving soon. If we don't catch him this time, it will be harder in the future." Christopher was leading his subordinates to surround and capture everyone left in Brock's lair. The initial plan was to nab Brock alive at twelve o'clock at midnight, but hearing this news made him a little worried.

That guy had probably received news about their plan and wanted to leave two hours earlier!