"Then I wish you the best, Mr. Hefner. Don't regret the things that you've done." After saying that, Zelson smiled, stepped back into the room, and shut the door in Jefferson's face politely.
Jefferson was speechless.
It seemed that he had to teach these people a good lesson. Otherwise, none of them would take him seriously.
He took out his mobile phone and dialed someone's number, ordering the person on the phone, "Ask Jarred to send me the documents from tonight's murder case."
After that, he hung up.
Soon, he received a text with Jarred's contact information and a message, "I have already spoken to Jarred about it. You can contact him if you need any documents. He should be able to cooperate with you."
D*mn, what did that mean? Jefferson wondered.
Although Jefferson was offended, he still made the call. The other party picked it up very soon and greeted him politely, "Hello." "I'm Jefferson Hefner. Send me the documents from tonight's murder," Jefferson said.
Jarred hesitated a little. "Mr. Hefner, although..."
"I don't want to hear any nonsense. Send me the documents right now, or get your people to send it to me. I'll give you ten minutes. When the time is up, I won't listen to any of your excuses," Jefferson growled.
Once again, he hung up right away.
Not long after, his phone's notification tone sounded. Jarred had sent the documents to his mailbox. There was a remark at the end of it. "Mr. Hefner, this case is related to the murder of Mr. and Mrs. Carter two years ago. Please keep it a secret from Miss Adrienne."
"D*mn it. I'm not dumb. I don't need you to remind me," Jefferson cursed in his heart.
Without further delay, Jefferson turned back to the room and opened the door. He saw Adrienne sitting on the bed on her phone, not knowing what she was looking at. He took a glance at her and said, "Little Specky, you're not only physically blind without your glasses but also emotionally blind."
Adrienne really didn't want to talk to him at all. When she heard his voice, it annoyed her. And when she saw him, she wanted to beat him up. If she continued staying with him, she guaranteed that he would drive her crazy.
"What's wrong? Have you turned deaf too?" Jefferson asked. He walked up to her and grabbed the phone from her hand. Adrienne was pissed; she grabbed the pillow and threw it at him. She asked, "Jefferson, was I your mortal enemy in a past life? Why do you torture me like this?"
"Because it makes me happy!" Jefferson answered. The answer could not be any simpler than that. Adrienne heard it almost every day, but every time she heard it, she would almost explode with rage. "Jefferson, I warning you, give me back my phone right now, or I will make you suffer."
"How are you going to make me suffer?" Jefferson asked. He opened her WhatsApp and went to her settings, and unblocked his own WhatsApp ID from viewing her status update. "Adrienne, if you dare to hide your online statuses from me again, I will definitely delete all your contacts."
Adrienne said, "Give me back my phone."
Jefferson threw it back to her and reminded her, "You'd better keep that in mind!"
Adrienne grabbed the phone and glared at him furiously. "Jefferson, tell me what you want me to do for you to not pester me and torture me." "You're the one who started it; you have to take responsibility for it until the end." Seeing Adrienne's infuriated look, Jefferson seemed overjoyed and smiled smugly, "Little Specky, go to bed. I've got things to do, so I'll stop playing with you."
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