Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 487

"In a room with just one man and a woman, who do you think would be the one at a disadvantage? There is little need even to discuss the disparity between who holds more power here." There was a mocking laughter in Hansen's eyes as he spoke, and for Zoella, that only made his voice become even more charming.

"Hehe, it seems that you are really very confident. However, soon, you will be obedient to me. Don't worry, I will make you go crazy tonight," Zoella said sarcastically, but her gaze could not conceal her desire for him.

Hansen smiled. In a single motion, he pulled Zoella up.

He stretched out a hand and held her waist tightly.

Her petite body was leaning right on his well-built chest, but he didn't intend to hold her in his arms. He just turned around and tied her to the partition next to him.

He lowered his head and looked at her, with his eyes taunting.

"So, how would you like to do this? Do you want me to take your clothes off for you? How do you want to play? How many positions do you need?

Do you want to use any toys?" Hansen gently stroked her earlobe with his finger, while he spoke in an extremely seductive voice.

Zoella was held in place by his strong legs on the partition, and his unique masculine breath lingered in her nostrils. She was not angry at all, but fully intoxicated by him.

It seemed that she was enjoying being tortured by Hansen. Her shoulders were trembling.

"As long as you can satisfy me tonight, the shares of the Richards Group will be stable tomorrow. Otherwise, you'll have to sit there simply and watch them drop drastically, and then 150 billion dollars will completely evaporate from the market." Zoella spoke, full of confidence, and although it sounded like a threat, her tone was seductive.

"Are you sure Honold will be used by you?" Hansen stopped moving his hand. Hethen reached out his hand and threw her onto the sofa. He lowered his head and moved his finger in the depth of her cleavage.

Zoella was not surprised by his words. Perhaps at this moment, they were well aware of the identity of their rivals.

"If you don't believe me, you may test my words. I guarantee that your Richards Group will be finished in a month." Zoella laid back comfortably. Hansen's fingers made her shiver with enjoyment. She tried her best to resist the urge to climax and smiled confidently.

However, Hansen was staring at her, and his smile was a little sinister. "My life philosophy is that no woman would be capable of threatening me, apart from my wife. You overestimate your own abilities and charms. Don't you know that you're spouting nonsense in front of me? I'd like to see if you have the ability to do so!"

Before he could finish his words, Hansen seized the opportunity to grab both her hands. As quick as lightning, she found her hands and wrists wrapped and bound in red string. He then took out a glass of red wine from the table and grabbed her chin with his right hand. He slightly lifted her mask.

"Come, let's drink this glass of red wine first, so that we can go crazy for the entire night," he said in an extremely tempting manner.

Desire sparked in Zoella's eyes, and she slowly opened her mouth.

Hansen poured all the wine from the glass into her mouth, and the red wine slipped past her lips into her stomach.

"You're a very shrewd woman, but women who are too shrewd are hardly adorable. I don't like such women." Hansen helped her put on her mask and whispered in her ear, "Also, you'd better hand over the evidence that you've framed Jenna with. Otherwise, as long as I find strong evidence, I'll definitely sue you. By then, you will not only lose your freedom but also more than you could ever imagine. In addition, I've already obtained control over some of your people. If you hand over the evidence that you framed Jenna, maybe I'll let you go. In the business world, there have always been rules that dictates who wins and who loses. My Richards Group doesn't owe your Yates family anything. I hope you will stop your ridiculous behavior and come to your senses."

Zoella felt her body gradually turn weak. She couldn't move and could only look at him. It was only then she suddenly realized something, and her eyes were filled with anger.

"Hansen, how dare you trick me?"

"Of course, I'm tricking you. Compared to what you've done to the Richards Group, what I've done is nothing. I'm giving you advice now. It's best if you stop now. This time, I'll leave it at this," said Hansen coldly. He then took out his phone and took a picture of her.

"Hansen, don't think that I'll let Jenna off just like that. Let me tell you, the evidence of her guilt is conclusive. I will definitely send her to prison. Just wait and see." Zoella suddenly burst into maniacal laughter.

Hansen looked at her with a grim look. "If that's the case, be prepared to suffer a consequence worse than death."

"Then, let's do it. Since you have made your choice, I will wait to see who wins or loses." Zoella smiled confidently. As long as she could retain the evidence that Jenna was guilty, Hansen could not make his move even though he had great capabilities to do so. Once again, she was certain that she had taken the right step.

Along the corridor of the booths, Oscar was as anxious as a headless chicken.

"Honey, honey, where are you?"

In an instant, he had lost sight of his wife. It turned out that just as he confirmed that she was sitting there, he immediately lost her.

When he thought that his wife was now making out with some unknown man, he felt his mouth become dry and his heart was burning with anxiety.

He knocked on the doors of the private booths one by one, shouting anxiously. He was sweating profusely.

After a while.

A tall man walked out and slowly paced to his side.

"Who is your wife?" The man patted him on the shoulder and asked slowly.