Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 422

"Alright, got it." She slowly put down the phone in her hand and sat there in a daze. There was a very uneasy and sad feeling in her heart. After a while, she picked up her phone again and dialed his number.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Where in the world had he gone? Why wasn't he picking up the phone?

Jenna felt a burst of regret in her heart. She struggled and held onto her worries until the end of work. Then, she grabbed her keys and quickly walked towards the elevator.

Along the way, she tried to call Hansen again several times. This time, however, his phone had been turned off.

She had the sudden urge to cry.

Where has that b*stard Hansen gone? How dare he refuse to pick up her call?

Wouldn't he know that she'll be worried?

She parked her car in the garage and took the electric vehicle to Green Jade Garden.

"Mommy, Mommy." Jerry saw Jenna coming back and ran to her happily. Seeing her son, Jenna's heart was instantly filled with happiness. She bent down to pick him up and pecked his little face vigorously.

"Mommy, where is Daddy?" Jerry asked. Jerry would see Hansen and Jenna coming back together everyday. That day, he didn't see Hansen and he wasn't used to it.

"Jerry, be good. Have you been a good boy today? Daddy has something to do. He'll be back later." Jenna felt uncomfortable hearing Jerry mentioning Hansen, but she had no choice but to maintain a smile as she carefully explained to him.

"Oh, okay." Although Jerry was somewhat disappointed, he was still very sensible. "Mommy, I'm always a good boy. It's just that Daddy isn't here, and I miss him so much."

"I know. But Daddy is a man in charge of such a huge company. He can't come home all the time like me. Be a good boy and play. I will cook some food for you." Jenna comforted him in a soft voice as she patted his head.

Jerry was a very sensible child. He came out of Jenna's embrace and went to play with his toy cars.

Jenna started getting busy in the kitchen.

In a luxurious, private dining room.

Hansen leaned against the back of the sofa, his long fingers resting on the armrest. He looked elegant and unruffled. The expression on his face was calm and neutral.

Luqman was wearing a simple work suit, and his wide forehead was shining with wisdom. He was full of spirit, gentle and courteous. His warm eyes shone brightly.

"Mr. Richards, no one knows that I've come to find you today. In fact, I'm not here to rope votes for myself. I'm here to talk to you about something," he said in a calm and steady manner. His every gesture carried an air of pride, as if he was on top of the world.

Hansen bent his fingers and glanced at him. He gave a faint smile and leaned his body forward, slightly.

"I don't know what you want to say, but I have something to say first. The Richards Group has never participated in any elections. It has always been this way for generations. As someone carrying on my family's legacy, I cannot go against it. Unless our family is planning to run in the elections, we aren't allowed to take part in politics. This has always been the way the Richards Group operates." Even though he spoke softly, his tone was firm and bold. He was trying to show that he wasn't rejecting him on purpose.

"Mr. Richards, I know this. Relax, I will not force you into helping me with anything. That's why I had invited you over discreetly. You don't necessarily have to help me." Luqman knew what was going on. At that moment, he only smiled knowingly and nodded.

"Alright, then tell me about it. I'll listen carefully." Hansen lifted the corners of his eyes slightly. Then, he straightened his body and put on a decent smile.

Luqman smiled. The wealthy man in front of him was a very influential figure in the business world. He was calm and experienced. His mannerisms and composure were indeed different from that of typical, rich heirs. He would not be so frivolous to the point of being supercilious, but he had an air of awe that could not be ignored. Even Luqman, a long-time politician, had a hard time controlling him.

He didn't really consider himself as simply coming here just to lobby for himself.

Luqman picked up the teapot in front of him that had been brewed to perfection, poured a cup for Hansen and filled his. "Mr. Richards, please have some tea."

After saying that politely, he picked up a small teacup and put it to his lips. He took a deep breath and complimented the fragrance of the tea before slowly sipping it. His whole body was soothed from the warm tea. Only then did he raise his head and speak solemnly.

"Mr. Richards, in the coming election, Yadriel is way ahead of me in terms of popularity. He is sure to win. I am already mentally prepared to accept my loss."