Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 482

"Norton, I already know about this. I'm trying to think of a solution," Trevor said indifferently, glancing at Norton. However, Trevor seemed very serious.

Upon hearing this, Norton was surprised. He spoke hastily.

"So, Uncle Trevor, you already know where my Dad is, don't you?"

"No." Trevor shook his head. "I only know that your father is missing, but I don't know his exact whereabouts yet. It's very likely that your father has provoked a terrorist organization there. The situation right now is very complicated. I've already sent people over. Stay at home and wait for me. When you're needed, I'll let you know."

On the other hand, Trevor remained calm.

However, Norton was desperate and his sweat was all over his face.

"Norton, rest assured. Claude is my brother. Besides, the Richards family doesn't have many descendants. So, I will try my best. I hope you can learn from the past and be a good man. Try your best to take the right path and settle down. This way, you can win glory for our family."

The words made Norton relax. His face was full of shame as he lowered his head.

After returning to Green Jade Garden, Trevor and Hansen entered the study. The father and son duo closed the door and stayed in the study the whole night before coming out.

In the splendid hall, rhythmic jazz music played on. The hall was teeming with the smell of red wine and people's laughter, and it was also filled with enthusiasm.

The blue, exquisite palace lantern hung high in the middle of the hall, surrounded by a circle of small decorative lamps. The floor was covered with a scarlet carpet and low- hanging velvet blue curtains. The whole hall was romantic and charming.

Under the dim and gentle light, a pair of wealthy businessmen of A City arrived successively with their wives and lovers.

This was a banquet held by the rich businessmen of A City, which was their custom. It was held by the elected members of the chamber of commerce. On the surface, it was a social event, but in fact, it was a fight or collusion between the rich people.

Oscar's shiny hair was combed back neatly. He wore a suit and walked in a high-profile manner with the elegant and gorgeous Zoella.

It was a pity that his short and portly figure, in contrast to Zoella, made the scene so striking that it looked funny.

However, that night, Zoella was in a surprisingly good mood. She had a decent smile on her face, and based on her gaze, she seemed to be in high spirits.

Following that, Hansen, who was holding Liya's hand, also walked in gracefully.

Without a doubt, the renowned Richards family of A City took up the spotlight of the banquet. It had always been the case that as long as Hansen appeared, he would immediately attract everyone's attention.

Mr. Kemp from the chamber of commerce stood in the hall and respectfully greeted Hansen.

Liya was dressed in a noble evening gown with bejewelled hands. Her face was flushed with happiness. She stood next to Hansen gracefully, clinging to him closely. The happiness and satisfaction on her face came from the bottom of her heart.

As soon as Hansen appeared in the hall, he immediately attracted the praise of the women present. He had a charming smile. Although he talked and laughed with a group of rich businessmen, he only had concern and consideration for Liya, who was close to him.

This woman, Liya, became the center of attention of the party that night. Hansen made her the rising star within high society in A City overnight.

Even Zoella's dazzle was overshadowed by her.

Zoella stood in a corner of the hall, her hand wrapped around Oscar's arm while her body stiffened. Oscar dared to use his fleshy hands to take advantage of this situation and caress her body, causing her to feel extremely disgusted.

Zoella stared at Liya and immediately narrowed her eyes.

As the saying went, clothes maketh the man.

Clad in the fabric of the classy evening gown and all kinds of jewellery, Liya seemed completely different. It was as if she had been reborn. Her temperament was just like that of an aristocratic lady who came from a rich family. She was the most beautiful woman in the hall.

What was even more enviable was that she was with the graceful Hansen.

The combination of masculine strength and feminine beauty was so impeccable that it blinded the audience present.

The media caught wind of the news and began to make their move.

"Mr. Richards, I heard that we are expecting a happy announcement from you and Miss Liya. Is that true?" A media reporter took advantage of the moment, as Hansen was resting, to approach him and boldly conduct an interview.

"Haven't you already reported it?" Hansen frowned as he asked unhappily.

The media reporter responded with an 'oh' and looked embarrassed. Soon, his face was full of smiles.

"Then, congratulations to you, Mr. Richards and Mrs. Richards."

Hansen flashed a faint smile and did not comment.

When they saw that the reporter had succeeded in conducting the interview, in an instant, a few more journalists surrounded them.

"Mr. Richards, may I ask, when are you planning to hold a wedding with Miss Liya? Will this wedding be the grandest wedding of the century?"

A thought flashed across the depths of Hansen's mind. He then smiled and said magnanimously, "This depends on Miss Liya." After saying this, he placed his arm around Liya's waist, lowered his head, and asked in an affectionate tone, "Is that right, darling?"

Liya flushed when she heard Hansen and she had

a wide smile.

"It looks like Mr. Richards and Miss Liya are so in love with each other." Flashes of light constantly beamed from the cameras, and many people complimented them.

However, there were reporters with a sense of justice. At this moment, he was not afraid of death and brought up a sensitive topic.

"Mr. Richards, may I ask, if you marry Liya, will your current wife, Jenna, be sad? Did she agree to this?"

As soon as he asked this touchy subject, all the people present immediately quietened down.