Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 511

In a luxurious apartment in A City.

The hot air was filled with the smell of cigarettes and sweat. At the end of the corridor, a wall was blocking a pool table that was five or six meters long, and the game was broadcast on an HDTV screen.

The goons were smiling as they showed their cards. Meanwhile, a woman in a miniskirt could be seen serving the gamblers drinks.

When Hansen arrived there with John and Alvin, the game was at its climax.

He scanned the place with his stern eyes. There were indeed quite a few men who were immersed in a gambling session in the casino. He was searching for Reid.

At that time, there were piles of money, property ownership documents, gold, silver, and jewelry on the gambling table.

A lot of gamblers cursed their bad fortune, as they took the wrong bet, and their curses rose one after another.

"Mr. Richards, should we call the police? The bald middle-aged man in the middle who's wearing a silk top is Reid." Alvin's eyes flashed as he quietly approached Hansen and asked.

Call the police? Of course, they couldn't do that.

An underground casino such as this already had its own connections. If they called the police, they might've all escaped, even before the police came, since they had snuck in while pretending to be gamblers.

At that time, Hansen was wearing a cap and a black t-shirt. In addition to the fact that only half his face was exposed, It was really hard to tell that he was the boss of a big organization.

Right then, he neither wanted to get into trouble, nor did he want to alert the enemy. Therefore, he didn't intend to call the police, as he didn't think that the police could solve the problem.

He slowly approached Reid.

As if he were a psychic, Reid suddenly sensed the presence of a dangerous aura. He then raised his head and instantly met Hansen's deep and stern eyes under the cap. Then, he panicked and tried to escape.

"Don't move." Hansen quickly clasped the pressure points on Reid's arm, and he couldn't move at all.

"Come with me." Alvin ordered in a low and muffled voice, as he pointed a gun at Reid's waist.

Reid's face turned pale, and he quickly stood up, but he quickly regained his composure and followed them, as if nothing had happened.

The gamblers next to them were still engrossed in the game. So, they did not notice what was happening at all.

In a storage room nearby, Hansen's deeply furrowed eyebrows and his sharp, expressionless face looked very cold. His gaze was very sharp too.

Reid, on the other hand, stood there calmly, looking as if he didn't care what was going on.

"Hansen, is this how you treat your uncle?" Reid asked in an enigmatic tone as he blinked his small eyes.

"Stop this nonsense." Alvin took a step forward again and shouted at him.

Hansen's cold eyes shot a freezing gaze. He then took a deep breath and shook his head at Alvin, indicating him not to be too excited.

"Where is Claude?" Hansen asked, as he stared at Reid's face, which was covered with pockmarks.

"Haha." Reid glared at him fiercely, yet he showed a smug smile instead. "As for him, you don't need to worry. He's not dead yet, but I locked him up."

Reid looked very pleased with himself. He wasn't worried about his current situation at all. It was as if the one being kidnapped was not him but Hansen instead.

"Release him. How much do you want? I'll pay you," Hansen said with a deadpan expression, staring at him.

Reid chuckled instead.

"Mr. Richards, I really don't care about the money, as his value right now can't be measured with money anymore."

"What do you mean?" Hansen's heart skipped a beat.

"Let me tell you the truth. Let's put the fact that Claude had killed my sister aside. Right now, he offended an important person. Furthermore, the headquarters in the war- torn country said that they wanted him. My current team is just a small one. So, if our leader wants him, there is nothing I can do. Therefore, right now, not only do I want his life, there are even greater people who want to make use of him. So, Hansen, do you think this problem could be solved with money?" Reid lifted his head slightly and spoke arrogantly.