Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 696

The people led by Gareth were so busy that most of them were sweating. Sensing the tall man's obvious contempt for them, they were irritated. The man looked at them and said, "Mr. Richards, we have been here for more than an hour. We have inspected the surroundings. It is basically safe outside. So, we would like you to cooperate."

Trevor also knew that Gareth and the rest were unable to deactivate these bombs. Initially, he had wanted them to work together. However, the other party wasn't friendly and completely looked down on Gareth and his men. It was a really bad time for him to say anything. After all, they had been working hard.

"Mr. Richards, Madam Lilian invited the world's top bomb experts. These bombs were all transported from the war- torn country. Your bomb experts should leave. Even if they deactivated them successfully, there will be risks. Therefore, I ask you to cooperate and ask them to leave as soon as possible. We are pressing for time. Either you continue to let them work, or we will leave right away."

"Umm." Trevor was a little stunned. After all, Gareth and the others were sent by Old Johan.

They had been working for so long. If he sent them away, then wouldn't it ruin Old Johan's reputation? Just as he was in a daze, he heard a voice saying, "Alright, please start immediately. I will get them back to the capital right away."

Trevor gasped. He looked up and saw Hansen walking over. His arm was wrapped in bandages. Anxiety and relief struck him at the same time. "Hansen, you're back. What's wrong with your arm? How's Sara?"

Hansen didn't have the time to answer Trevor's questions. He simply said, "Dad, you should rest. Leave the rest to me. Jenna's mother has already been sent to the hospital."

Trevor couldn't believe that his son had returned alive. Although his arm was covered with gauze, Trevor felt relieved.

Hansen knew very well that the task of deactivating bombs was technical. These noncitizen experts did not wish for their techniques to be learnt by the experts in the country. Therefore, Gareth and the rest had to leave.

It didn't take long for the men Gareth brought to be given some money each and sent off in a diplomatic way.

Then, the bomb experts sent by Madam Lilian began to work.

"Hansen, do you trust these bomb experts? Gareth and the others are top-tier experts in the country, and they have successfully deactivated many bombs. If you let them leave, then..." Jaqueline saw that Hansen had really sent Gareth and the others away and was a little anxious. It was not a matter of whose reputation was ruined. If these non-citizen experts could not solve the problem, with Gareth and the rest gone, then the consequences would be horrible.

The corners of Hansen's mouth twitched. "Jaqueline, I understand what you mean. Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

"Well, okay," Jaqueline said reluctantly. Since Hansen had said so, she had to let it go. After all, this mansion belonged to the Richards family.

"Yes." Hansen nodded indifferently.

Jaqueline pursed her lips. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Hansen turn around and walk forward. She followed behind and asked with curiosity, "Hansen, are these people sent by Madam Lilian? Does this mean that Madam Lilian was planning to attend Vivian's funeral?"

Hansen's body froze and he stopped in his tracks. He remained silent for a moment before walking away without saying a word.

Jaqueline watched as he left, not wanting to go after him. However, a strange feeling enveloped her heart, and she became quiet for a very long time.

Time passed by. Tick, took. Tick, took.

As the sun set, it illuminated the mansion. The scenery was as beautiful as a painting. The birds in the forest were chirping cheerfully, interrupting the quietness in the mansion.

Standing on the top floor of Green Jade Garden, Hansen swept his binoculars across every spot of the mansion. His heart was filled with complicated emotions.

He was waiting.

Yadriel had not succeeded in obtaining the Ocean Heart and did not blow up the Richards Mansion in time. He set the timed bombs at seven o'clock in the evening. Obviously, he was making a final crazy escapade.

Alvin stood by his side and was also waiting for Yadriel to come.

"Sabrina, are you afraid?" Norton was still holding Sabrina's hand. He had not loosened it once. It was getting dark, and the bomb dismantling was still being carried out. He wondered what had made her choose to stay. Such a scene was very terrible to watch. She should leave as soon as possible.

Sabrina's mind had been in a state of chaos the entire afternoon, so much so that she forgot that Norton was holding her hand. She wasn't even aware that he was leading her around like a puppet. It wasn't until Norton asked her something that she finally returned to reality. At that time, both her and Norton's palms were covered with sweat.

"What's there to be afraid of? Isn't Carmella still here? Shouldn't you go find her? Why are you here?" Sabrina was impatient and snapped.

Norton lowered his head to look at her. Sweat was beading on the tip of her nose and her face was flushed red. He didn't know if it was because of the weather, or because she was so nervous, but the last thing he noticed was the frustration on her face.

The corners of his mouth curled up. He tilted his head and asked, "Sabrina, are you jealous?"

Hearing this, Sabrina's face turned redder. She suddenly shook off his hand and rebuked him. "In your dreams. Who would be jealous of her?"

Norton smiled gently and said in a low voice, "Sabrina, I only care about you. It's none of my business what others do."

"Unfortunately, I don't need your concern," Sabrina replied coldly, turning her head away.

"Sabrina, don't treat me like this. If something happens tonight, then at least I can die in peace knowing that we had a rather peaceful time." Norton suddenly lowered his head and pleaded.

Sabrina's heart trembled. Suddenly, she felt an inexplicable pain in her heart. She turned around and refused to look at him anymore.