Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 587

The lush, verdant trees were entwined around the green vines, painting the outer walls of the Green Jade Garden's study with a sense of vitality.

Hansen sat in the study. His charming eyes were focused. The Richards family's genealogy book was placed on the table. He carefully searched but could not find Madam Lilian.

Did Vivian know Madam Lilian? Had they known each other for a long time?

Why was there not a single trace of Madam Lilian's records in the past fifty years? Moreover, Madam Lilian's reputation was well- known throughout the world. Why did Vivian not mention anything about this?

If Madam Lilian hadn't visited Vivian at Richard Manor, then they wouldn't know that Vivian was acquainted with Madam Lilian. Although they were aware that Vivian had always been secretive, such a thing still made Hansen feel a little confused. He vaguely felt that Madam Lilian seemed to have secrets he didn't know.

His cell phone rang at just the right time.

"Mr. Richards, Yaris' mother has already received a notice that her condition is critical from the hospital. It is estimated that Yaris will appear soon." John's subordinate, Fletcher Dutcher, immediately called after hearing the news.

Hansen frowned and immediately asked, "Where is Yaris now?"

Fletcher could not figure out Yaris's movements at this time, but he quickly replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Richards. We have people following Zoella. As long as Yaris appears in A City or C City, he can't escape from us. Today, our people heard in the hospital ward that his father was comforting her mother and mentioned that Yaris would come to see her tonight."

"Alright." A glint flashed in Hansen's eyes. He immediately stood up and smashed his fist on the table. "Inform everyone to guard the entrance and exit of the hospital tonight. Once he appears, we will immediately capture him alive. I will inform the police at the most appropriate time."

"Okay, Mr. Richards." After Fletcher received the order, he was in high spirits. After so many days of waiting, he finally got the news. If he could catch Yaris alive that night, then his efforts for so many days would not be in vain.

After he put away the phone, he paced back and forth in the room.

John went to Capital City to cooperate with Luqman and control Ezrah. Alvin went to the war-torn country to rescue Irvin. So, it seemed that Hansen needed to capture Yaris personally.

At this time, if he could capture Yaris and expose Zoella's crimes, the accusation against the Richards Group could be easily solved. Sergio had to get out of Richards Manor obediently.

That woman, Zoella, would also receive the punishment she deserved.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. That way, the Richards Group would be safe and sound.

He quickly took out a pocket pistol from the side of the study, thrust it into the pocket of his suit, and strode out.

"Hansen, where are you going?" As soon as he stepped out of the study, he saw Trevor standing in the corridor in front of him, with a serious look on his face.

"Dad." There was a look of surprise on Hansen's face. He did not expect to bump into Trevor the moment he stepped out of the door. Hansen noticed Trevor's graying hair and felt his heart ache slightly. There were some things that Hansen did not want Trevor to know, as he didn't want him to be worried.

Trevor's expression was solemn.

His expression was calm and unruffled. He glanced indifferently at Hansen's surprised face and spoke in a grave tone.

"Hansen, come here."

After that, he turned and walked forward.

Hansen was stunned. He didn't know what was going on. So, he could only follow.

In Trevor's study on the third floor, he stood by the window, and his back was a little stiff.

Under the window, Sergio was walking past old oak trees, one after another, towards the gym. The look in Trevor's eyes became gloomier, and his fingers curled up unexpectedly.

In the end, he sighed softly and turned around.

"Hansen, I have something to give you today." Trevor's voice sounded a little helpless and aged.

Hansen's brows furrowed, and he was obviously curious as he looked at Trevor in confusion.

Trevor turned around and found a bunch of keys from the bookshelf. He carefully searched for them and then clenched one of them. He looked up at Hansen and walked towards an inconspicuous safe at the corner of the study.

Hansen's eyes followed Trevor's figure as he looked over.

The door of the safe had been opened.

A very exquisite, rectangular box made of leather was lying inside.

Trevor carefully took out the box, stood up, and walked towards the desk.

As he approached, Hansen saw that his hand was trembling, and the curiosity in his heart intensified.

"Dad, what's this?" His dashing eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and his face was full of doubts.

Trevor lowered his head and slowly opened the box.

Inside the box was a load of velvet padding. A ring about 14 cm in diameter was lying inside. There was also a screwdriver next to it. What surprised Hansen the most was that there were bullets next to it, which made his eyes open wide.

What was this? It was definitely not just a ring!

Some pictures quickly flashed across his mind.

"Hansen, this is a ring revolver. It was collected by your grandfather back then and was also used on the battlefield. There aren't many left in the world now." Trevor picked up the ring, and his voice was very soft and serious.

Hansen's face was full of shock. He had only heard of such ring revolvers, but he had also once seen one in a museum in France. Therefore, when Trevor opened the box, that image flashed in his mind.

This kind of ring could only be found in France and some countries in Europe. Trevor didn't expect that Old Master Richards would have kept one.

"Hansen, tit for tat is fair play. Today, I will give this pistol to you because I hope you will be able to protect yourself when necessary. Yadriel is not an ordinary politician. If he is able to buy and sell weapons, it shows that he is a man full of schemes. It is unwise to fight against him head-on. You should take the initiative." Trevor's trembling hand put the ring on Hansen's finger and warned him earnestly.

Hansen finally understood Trevor's thoughts. Hansen touched the ring, and his heart was extremely heavy.

"In any case, justified self-defence is not murder. You must know how to protect yourself," Trevor added solemnly again.