Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 398

After pacing the room, Jenna called Hansen.

She dialed for a long time, but no one answered. When she dialed again, someone finally answered the phone. A charming female voice came from the other end of the line, and there seemed to be a lot of laughter in the background.

"Hello, who is this? Mr. Richards has gone to the toilet. Please call again later." The woman's voice was seductive and she sounded lewd to Jenna.

Jenna's face turned pale and her heart started throbbing.

She thought for a moment after hanging up the phone, grabbed the keys, and headed out.

She was now the mistress of Richards Manor. She made a phone call and an electric car came to pick her up at once.

The driver had gone to the garage to pick up the car for her. It was right next to the electric car. She hopped in her Lamborghini and searched for Paradise House via navigation tools.

It was in a wealthy area of A City, the most affluent place. The people who lived there were either rich or noble. The people who ran Paradise House were not from Richards Group, but Jenna could imagine that they were by no means simple.

As soon as she entered the pub, she was stopped by a security guard.

She raised her chin and said in a cold voice with a solemn face, "I came to find my husband, Mr. Hansen."

When the security guard heard Hansen's name, he turned to look at her.

Wow, Hansen's wife was here.

He didn't know if she was here to catch her husband or to cause trouble, but he didn't dare to stop her. He could only let her pass. He didn't have the guts to offend Hansen's wife.

Jenna walked into the dark pub. The smell of various colognes made her uncomfortable. She would not have come to such a place if it wasn't to look for Hansen.

After enquiring at the front desk, she went straight to the VIP room on the third floor.

The VIP room was in a dark corner, surrounded by green plants. It was separated from the other private rooms, and there were guards at the door.

As soon as Jenna approached, a fierce- looking security guard stopped her and asked, "Miss, may I know who you are looking for?"

Jenna sneered. She looked up and saw that the door of the VIP room was not closed entirely. She could faintly hear the sound of a woman's laughter whom she had heard talking on the phone. There was laughter mixed with Hansen's voice. The atmosphere was fun and enthusiastic.

As expected, he was here, and Jenna's heart was instantly filled with mixed feelings.

"I'm here to see my husband." Her voice was loud. Her head was slightly raised as she looked coldly at the security guard.

"Who is your husband, please?" The security guard saw that she was full of confidence, elegant, and looked noble from head to toe. She was different from the ladies at the pub. He knew that this woman's background was not simple. So, his voice became more polite.

"My husband is Hansen." She raised her voice in pitch and volume.

The flirting and laughter of the women in the room seemed to have dwindled. Jenna was furious. Hansen actually dared to show up at a pub to play with the ladies behind her back. Was he so s*xually frustrated? Immediately, her face turned red from anger!

Hansen had just gone to the washroom. Thus, he did not hear the phone call from Jenna. Since Jenna did not make a sound throughout the call, Finny did not tell him about it. Hence, he did not expect Jenna to come looking for him.

He was smoking at that time because Frederic kept encouraging him to do so. In fact, he had already quit smoking, and it was his first time smoking that day. When he heard the voice outside, he froze and his hands trembled.

"Sh*t, this woman has come all the way here." He thought to himself.

The panic instantly spread from the bottom of his heart, and even his face fell. His mouth loosened and the cigarette fell on his trouser pocket. In an instant, the cigarette butt burned his trouser pocket, leaving a big hole. It made him jump and his chair fell. Finny, who was beside him, squealed as Hansen pushed her aside.

Then, he steadied himself.

Jenna walked in wearing a light green, tight-fitting dress with exquisite makeup, and delicate eyebrows, she furrowed slightly.

Her beautiful eyes scanned the entire room. However, she didn't even look Hansen straight in the eye.

"Jenna, hello," Frederic, Chester, and David recovered from the shock and greeted her in unison.

"Hello, everyone." She smiled gracefully and greeted them. She ignored the strangeness and amusement in their eyes. "It turns out that you are all playing cards here. Not bad. There are beauties to accompany you guys."

With a clear and melodious laugh, she raised her chin. Only then did her gaze fall on Hansen's eyes, which had been avoiding hers. She looked him up and down and her eyes swept across his pants. Mockery flashed briefly in her eyes.

"Go on, go on. Hansen, I'll wait for you here."

After finishing her words, she gracefully sat down on the beige sofa beside her, looking like a lady. She folded her hands and put them on her knees. She looked decent, but her eyes were flickering while she smiled. Her imposing manner pierced through the air.

She didn't look at anyone specifically, but everyone felt as if there was a sharp arrow stabbing their backs.