"Miss Yates, what do you mean?" What she said was exactly what he had been worrying about for the past few days. Alarmed, he couldn't help but to press further for details.
"Alas, Mr. Richards, you are smart and sharp. Don't tell me that you have no idea what I'm talking about." Zoella flashed him a smile, which sent a chill down his spine.
"Where did you get this information from?" Hansen frowned and asked with a deeper voice.
A slow smile worked its way across her face and into her eyes. "Mr. Richards, it's up to you whether you want to believe me or not. I have done my part. There must be a reason why I'm aware of this. Mr. Richards, it's best if you don't probe any further.
Once she was done, her gaze fleeted across his face and a wry smile briefly touched her lips. She gave him a meaningful look and was about to leave.
"Mr. Richards, I'll take my leave for now." Her lips held a faint smile and her eyes twinkled. She spun around, ready to leave.
"Miss Yates, wait a moment." Hansen recovered from the shock and called out to her.
"Miss Yates, could you please tell me the identity of the person who wishes to harm me?" His expression was grave and he studied her with sharp scrutiny.
To his annoyance, Zoella glanced at him with a mischievous smile, looking very dazzling and captivating.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Richards. I'm afraid I have to keep it a secret." She flashed him a quick smile and left.
Hansen remained rooted to the spot. The scent of her perfume enveloped him. It was an exquisite scent, yet something seemed fishy. His brows knitted in a frown.
Did someone wish to harm him?
Who?
Could he believe her?
Who was he? He was the Young Master of the Richards Family. Would he be afraid of something as silly as this?
There was a fierce determination in his eyes and a sneer spread across his face. There was no way he was going to believe something told by a random woman.
He took a step forward and headed towards the underground parking lot.
He did not notice Zoella who was standing silently in the shadows. A dark figure approached her.
"How was it? Did you get his fingerprints?" Zoella asked in a low voice.
"Miss Yates, I have retrieved it from the doorknob," Octavia replied softly.
"Good job." Zoella chuckled. "Have you retrieved Jenna's fingerprints as well?"
"Of course, Liya has already given it to me," Octavia answered in a soft voice.
"Wonderful." She looked up. A large grin split across her face. There was a gleam in her eyes and her smile was smug.
Destiny did not bring her happiness or love. Her father died a miserable death. She must get her revenge, no matter what.
Hansen was in a hurry as he walked towards his car. He couldn't help thinking about Jenna. The thought of her made his face light up with joy.
It was getting late. He should give her a call. He recalled the night when she waited patiently for his return under the lemon tree and his heart was filled with warmth. Without further ado, he took out his phone and called her.
"Hansen, where are you?" Jenna's soft and sweet voice rang. His gaze softened and a smile touched the corners of his mouth when he heard
her voice.
"Jenna, I..." Before he could speak, a glaring light blinded him and he caught a glimpse of a SUV coming at him at full speed. There was no license number on the vehicle.
Sh*t. Hansen's blood ran cold but he came to his senses quickly and put away his phone. He had once trained among the special forces. In the nick of time, he acted swiftly and jumped onto a car parked by the side and landed on the hood. The SUV roared past and pulled away. It was a near miss!
"Darn it! Stop!" Hansen bellowed in fury. How dare someone try to hit him! It was ridiculous! He broke out in a cold sweat as fear gripped his heart.
If he had reacted one second later, he would have already been dead, in a pool of blood.
He no longer cared about his safety and chased after the SUV after jumping down from the car.
However, once he had run out of the parking lot, the SUV was no longer in sight.
"D*mn it." Anger welled up in his chest as he stood there, clenching his fists.
Zoella had just warned him to be cautious. Whoever it was, the other party had already made their move.
Great. It Looked like it was time for a battle of
wits.
Wait, it had started long ago.
"Hey, Hansen... Hansen, what happened?" Jenna was talking to Hansen just a moment ago on the phone. She had barely finished her sentence when she heard the sound of a car roaring past. She then heard Hansen roaring in fury and fear gripped at her throat.
What was wrong? What happened to him?
Cold fear spiraled through her mind when he did not answer her, even though she cried out his name.
She couldn't help thinking about the bizarre events that had occurred in the past few days and her heart pounded rapidly.
She had no choice but to end the call. She then dialed his number again and he answered the call immediately. "Jenna..." His gentle voice rang. He seemed to be pretty calm.
Before he could finish his sentence, Jenna interrupted him and demanded, "Hansen, what happened just now?"
"Nothing," Hansen replied as he assumed an air of nonchalance.
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