Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 634

"So, you don't know him?" Jenna asked calmly.

Octavia hesitated for a moment and answered unreservedly, "Yes. I do not know him."

"I see." Jenna appeared enlightened. "Looks like we got the wrong person. If that's the case, then forget about it. I thought I'd be able to do something good today."

Jenna informed Lomen, "Lomen, unfortunately we have got the wrong person. I supposed this is God's will. I thought I'd come here with the intention of saving a life. It seemed my hope was in vain. Let's go. There's no point in wasting our time here."

She stood up as she spoke.

"Well, Mrs. Richards. I supposed we should let it go since there are no other ways around it. Leave the matter of life and death to the hands of fate."

Lomen knew Jenna was onto something. He agreed with her and took a few long strides towards her direction to escort her out.

Octavia's face turned pale immediately. A storm was brewing in her mind. The arrogance she displayed just now had suddenly evaporated while panic crept in.

"Mrs. Richards, please explain before you leave." Octavia stopped Jenna. Her voice trembled lightly.

The corner of Jenna's mouth curved into a faint smile.

"Why? Are you interested in what I have to say now?" Jenna stopped and asked.

"Mrs. Richards, which Ziyon are you talking about?" Octavia tried to remain calm and asked in a steady voice.

Jenna raised her eyebrows and questioned, "Why? Do you really know Ziyon?"

Jenna kept her guessing deliberately as she grew more anxious. She saw the panic in her eyes and knew that she had flipped the situation. Octavia was practically begging her now.

"Mrs. Richards, I will be frank. I do know a man named Ziyon but I am not sure if he was the person you were referring to." Octavia clenched her jaw.

"Do you want to know who I am talking about?" Jenna's red lips parted slightly. She didn't elaborate further.

Octavia tightened her fist. "Mrs. Richards, you are the wife of a noble and decent family. You wouldn't want to get your hands dirty, would you? It wouldn't be any good for your reputation if word got out that you played dirty."

"Reputation?" Jenna's eyes were piercing. "My husband was framed and his life was almost ruined. Do you think I care about my reputation? This is a dog- eat- dog world. In the world of business, the winner rules over the weak and takes it all. Do you think I would still care about my reputation when it comes to dealing with b*stards without integrity?"

Octavia looked at her in fear. Jenna's eyes were cold and sharp, and she looked stern. Her face turned pale again.

"Then, tell me, which Ziyon? What happened to him?" There was a hint of despair in her eyes as she asked slowly.

Jenna chuckled and sat on the couch. "Made up your mind yet? Ready to have a conversation with me now?"

"Please." Octavia followed and sat down. She looked at her with an incredulous expression.

"Ziyon Gambon. Year 2, Class 3," Jenna replied softly.

"No." Octavia sprang to her feet. "What did you do to him? Do not touch him."

She screamed at Jenna and her eyes reddened.

Jenna sneered. "Octavia, how stupid can you be? What would I do to him? Aren't you aware that you were the one who put him in danger?"

"What do you mean?" Octavia's eyes were wide with confusion.

"You should know who you have been dealing with. Just think about it. You knew so much insider information. Did you really think she would let you go easily?" Jenna laughed in disdain and replied sarcastically.

"Impossible. You are trying to drive a wedge between us." Octavia thought Jenna was trying to manipulate her and shook her head in denial. "That is absolutely impossible."