Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 304

"Mr. Richards, we only received the mission from a middleman through a phone call. When we met, it was an unknown man too. We didn't get any other information from them." Brock's face was twisted due to the pain, and his complexion turned pale.

Hansen looked at him with a glum face, and expected that he wouldn't lie anymore. He couldn't help but to yell, "You guys have no conscience. How could you guys just accept such inhumane tasks for money?"

After that, he squatted down and pinched his chin, with an expression full of mockery.

"I really didn't expect that the head of the biggest gang in A City would be a coward that couldn't take beatings and torture. I bet you've never expected that you'd fall into my hands and end up like this," he said.

Hansen laughed after he was done speaking.

Brock's face turned red and then green. He was triggered by Hansen's scorns, as even being involved in gangs, he hated it the most when people ridiculed him. The spark that had been extinguished at the bottom of his heart was lit again, and a gloomy light flashed in his eyes. He suddenly laughed as if he remembered something.

"What are you laughing at?" Hansen stopped smiling and looked at him strangely.

"Mr. Richards, I may be a coward, but at least that is better than being cheated on like you. A man who has been cheated on is useless, no matter how rich or powerful he is." Brock taunted him with an expression full of arrogance, feeling content in his heart.

Hansen's face darkened. He squatted down and grabbed him by the collar, saying fiercely, "You'd better not speak nonsense. I'm single now. So, I can't get cheated on. Everyone knows about this."

"Is that so?" Brock's eyes were blood red and his face was pale. He grinned viciously. "Aren't you getting married soon? It's a shame that the woman you're marrying had slept with me. I know that I won't be able to escape now that you've got your hands on me, but knowing that I've slept with the fiancee of the great Mr. Richards, I can die in peace."

After that, he laughed again. His laughter spread far, far away from the dark and wide beach.

The hair on Hansen's skin stood up as he heard his laughter, feeling confused.

"What are you talking about?" He grabbed his collar once again, almost picking him up from the floor, and the light in his eyes was so cold. His eyes were scorching with anger.

"Alright, I'll tell you. Don't think that your life is so smooth and successful. Any other man's life is better than yours. At least they own their wives, and their wives are pure and innocent. Your woman had slept with me, and it sure felt good. She sure was the sl*t of the entertainment industry. She was very seductive that day, I enjoyed it very much." Brock's eyes were filled with evil, and he felt elated seeing Hansen's furious expression.

The memories that remained in Hansen's mind reappeared, and he immediately remembered the incident that happened three years ago in the Zevery Hotel. He remembered that when he rushed in, he saw Jenna clinging onto the bed sheet, and crying with a pale face. That horrible man stood in the room, wearing only underwear. His eyes were red, and the monstrosity of a man could be seen on his body.

Could he be that man?

His slim fingers grabbed Brock's shirt so tightly that cracking sounds could be heard, as his face turned purplish. After all these years, every time he thought about the scene that day, he felt immense hatred towards Jenna. That was the reason why he lost his rationality and insulted her so much as well, making his life a mess. So it was him that day?

However, the man he saw that day did not look like Brock at all!

However, his anger had rushed up to his brain and before he could give it a careful thought, he raised his fist angrily, with his eyes and face red. That fist of his was fiery, and a punch from it would've probably turned his head into a patty.

"Haha, you're so mad that you've lost your rationality, haven't you?" Brock knew that he wouldn't be able to escape death, but he was delighted to see the great Mr. Richards furious. "Mr. Richards, you can't blame me. She was the one who walked into my room, coming to me herself. I did have my own woman, and I didn't really bother doing anything to her, but she kept pestering me and hugging me, so I had no choice but to satisfy her. Maybe you're not good enough, Mr. Richards. That's why I had to help satisfy her instead. You should know that I booked the room along with room 1008 that day, yet she chose to use the privilege of her father to barge into my room. Ah, it sure is god's plan."

Brock's face was full of pride, and his saliva was spurting everywhere.

Hansen, on the other hand, was taken aback.

Room 1008? A thought flashed through his mind in that instant.

"What room 1008? The Zevery hotel only had nine floors. It was an old-fashioned five-star hotel. It didn't even have a tenth floor. Who are you trying to fool?" Hansen sneered, and couldn't help but to laugh at the horrible man.

Brock was stunned when he heard this, but then laughed out loud and continued. "Mr. Richards, you're so mad that you can't think straight anymore, can you? You've even mixed up the hotels? Did you forget that it was at the Hilton Hotel? You planned to catch me there that night."

The Hilton Hotel? Hansen's mouth fell open as he gave it a thought. After a long while, he lowered his head and asked calmly, "What do you mean?"

"Hehe, so you really don't know. I'm so sorry, but I truly slept with your woman that night. Not only once. It was for the entire night. It was very enjoyable." An evil smirk spread across Brock's face as he continued. "You didn't expect it, didn't you, Mr. Richards? Your woman had slept with me. You didn't expect something like this to happen."

Brock was delighted as he said this, as the great Mr. Richards in front of him was so angry that his facial features had been twisted.

"Who are you talking about?" He stared at his face and asked again.

"Well, Mr. Richards, you are going to marry her soon, yet you're still acting like you don't know? Do you not know who you're getting married to? It doesn't matter if you don't want to admit it. She had already slept with me anyway. I'm pretty sure that baby in her womb is not even yours. Who knows, your family properties might end up being inherited by my son." Brock said wickedly. He had known from a long time ago that Hansen was going to marry Aria in a week, and Aria was about three months pregnant. Calculating the dates, it was around the time where he had slept with her. So, it was likely to be his child.

The thought of that filled his heart up with joy. No matter what, he had slept with Hansen's woman, and even if the baby in her womb wasn't his, he still had a big advantage. An opportunity like this was one in a million.