My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1789

If it were in the past, Jefferson would definitely have mocked, "I would be faster than those two on foot. Since they're late, tell them not to come anymore."

Austin was sure that Jefferson must have met with some good fortune. He was curious as to what it might be. "Boss, did something good happen to you today?"

In the old days, Jefferson would have answered, "What does my life have to do with you?"

But instead, Jefferson smiled and told him honestly, "The best thing that could ever happen."

That little idiot of his had finally thought it through and accepted him. Of course, it was the best thing ever.

Since Jefferson was happy, Austin was not the only one that was happy. Everyone who worked under Jefferson was glad too. They were all wondering what could be the best thing ever to happen to him, but no one dared to ask.

On the way to the destination, Austin pried in, "Boss, are you seeing someone?"

Jefferson looked at him and made Austin step back out of instinct. To his surprise, Jefferson let out a smile. "You're smart, kid. Work harder and you'll definitely make something of yourself."

"The boss praised me!" Austin exclaimed inwardly.

Jefferson praised Austin!

Since Jefferson took over the narc team, everyone in the team including the team leaders had been called good-for-nothings by him. But that day, he actually broke his record and complimented someone.

Austin was over the moon. He added, "Boss, when can you take us to meet your girlfriend? We should all meet her to avoid any misunderstandings in the future."

"Work hard tonight. Once we've completed this mission, I will invite you all to the wedding," answered Jefferson.

Everyone was surprised. "Boss, you just met the girl but you already want to hold a wedding ceremony? She must have the looks of an angel. Otherwise, how else would you fall for her?"

However, Jefferson's face suddenly changed. "No matter how beautiful she is, she's still my woman. You bunch of good- for- nothings better not even think about it."

The whole room went silent.

"Holy sh*t!" everyone thought.

Jefferson changed his attitude as quickly as a flash.

He should know that as long as he was here, they would never dare to have any improper thoughts about his woman.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense and Jefferson continued, "We can't rule out the possibility that tonight might be a trap set up for us. Everyone, be on your toes today. If something feels off, retreat immediately. Come back in one piece. If anyone gets injured, I'll chop them up."

Although his words sounded harsh, after being with him for so long, everyone knew that he was just worried about them. Because of this, since he had started working with them, they have had a higher rate of cases solved. Their injury rate had fallen by a lot as well.

Golden Hall Street was an old street that had been around for a long time. The government had been trying to remodel the area, hence the residents had all moved out two months ago, and most of the buildings had been demolished. The remaining dangerous buildings were teetering on the verge of collapse.

It was not surprising that the drug dealers would choose to trade on Golden Hall Street. There was a highway about three kilometers away, therefore it would be convenient for them to escape if discovered.

When the narc team arrived, Jefferson split the team into four groups. One of the groups was led by Austin while the other two were led by two other subordinates, namely Mullen Ziglar and Bowie Hayes. The final group was Jefferson's; he had two team members. Each group waited in a different direction to surround the area.

When they had narrowed down the parameter to about 50 meters, Jefferson was the first to notice some movement. He immediately commanded, "Everyone on standby and wait for my instructions."

Those who received the orders immediately lurked in silence and disappeared into the darkness.

Jefferson slowly approached the target alone.

Under the darkness of the night, Jefferson successfully snuck into the building that the enemy was hiding in. He stuck close to the wall and came by the window. He pricked up his ears and paid close attention to the ongoing conversation inside.

One of them said, "After this business is done, we will not be returning to Chatterton Town to avoid any future problems that might arise."

Another man chuckled. "Hanson, how could you, a young lad who is still wet behind the ears, be scared of doing business here again?"

Hanson replied, "Jefferson Hefner is arrogant and fearless. Not only that, he is smart and cunning. I don't think he's easy to deal with. Besides, he has his father and Master Yard, who's currently at the capital, behind him. These are all people who are after us."

Another man continued, "In our line of work, we are always brushing against danger. Before doing this, you already knew what kind of life we would be leading. If we succeed, we would be rich and powerful. We would be able to have anything we want. If we fail, at worst, we would die. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Hanson paused for a moment and sighed. Then, he admitted, "This isn't up to me."

The other one responded, "Then give me Stephen's contact number and let me tell him."

Hanson laughed. "You want Stephen's contact number? If you get it, then you'll be able to step over me and deal with him directly, right? Do you think I, Hanson Hiller, am a fool?"

The other man defended himself in a hurry, "Hanson, how could you think I would do such a thing? You were the one who mentioned that it wasn't up to you, that's why I wanted to have a talk with Stephen. I can deal with Jefferson. You guys just do your part."

Hanson let out a cold sneer. "Lemont, are you sure you can deal with Jefferson? How do you plan to do that? Find a way to kill him? Or knock him down from his current position?"

Lemont Louis, the other man, said, "I promise you that I have my ways to settle Jefferson. As for how, you don't need to know that. You just need to persuade Stephen not to let go of the opportunities here in Chatterton Town."

Hanson did not reply. It seemed that he was tempted by the suggestion.

After all that conversation, Jefferson only heard two people's voices. He did not hear anyone else talking, nor did he hear any other sounds. He was not sure how many people were upstairs, nor was he sure if there were any weapons.

However, he heard something useful from the conversation between the two drug dealers. These b*stards were still trying to get him. If he didn't bring them down, he wouldn't be able to sleep well for the next few days.

The people upstairs stopped talking, and Jefferson could vaguely hear the sound of goods being dragged. He whispered to the walkie-talkie, "Listen to my orders, all of you. We'll attack in three minutes."

The remaining members responded, "Copy that."

Adrienne didn't sleep well because she was worried about Jefferson's safety. To be precise, she couldn't sleep at all. She had been lying in bed for two hours but she couldn't fall asleep.

It occurred to her that Jefferson had actually confessed to her several times. He had said that he liked her and had always liked her...

In the past, when she did not believe it, she just thought he was teasing her. Now that she knew the truth, all his previous confessions seemed so deep and meaningful.

Jefferson was an egoistic man, yet he put down his pride to confess to her multiple times. Considering his personality, he must have liked her a lot for him to act that way.

"Alas!" Adrienne sighed. Why did it take her so long to know Jefferson's feelings?