My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1928

The two men before him had most likely done many wicked things without even batting an eyelid; they were real criminals.

But in Jefferson's eyes, they were nothing more than circus clowns.

"You don't need to put on a menacing farce with those glare of yours. Don't you feel uncomfortable staring at me with your eyes wide open like that?" asked Jefferson with a chuckle.

The two men did not answer, thoroughly confused.

Jefferson brushed the dust off his shoulder and said, "Since you've let me get to this point, you must know why I'm here. Please lead me to the person I came here to meet."

After a couple of seconds, the thinner man of the two stepped forward and told him, "Mr. Hefner, Stephen knows you're here for him, so he's been waiting for you. But before you meet him, we'll have to frisk you."

"Of course. I'm not here to fight today. I'll do whatever you ask me to," Jefferson acquiesced and raised his hands. "Check to your hearts' content, but please make it quick. I don't have the patience to dawdle around wasting time with you people."

The two men hurried forward. One of them frisked Jefferson while the other searched his car. After confirming that he had no weapons or any wiretapping equipment on him, they took his cell phone. Jefferson then entered the house.

The exterior of the house looked just like any other houses in the area. It was a three-story high with white bricks all around. The hall on the first floor looked ordinary as well. But they didn't stop there; the two men led Jefferson straight up to the second floor.

Jefferson expected the second floor to be very different from the first. Perhaps it would be decorated luxuriously with glitz and gold. However, upon entering, he realized that the interior of the house, too, was just as ordinary as any other house. Apart from the bare necessities like a sofa and some other decorative items, there was nothing much.

The henchmen brought Jefferson upstairs and left silently. The person Jefferson intended to meet wasn't there, so he stood alone in the empty hall.

Jefferson looked around. The room was decorated in a plain and simple manner, but there were subtle quirks to it. For example, the painting hanging on the wall was equipped with miniature pinhole cameras that most ordinary people would probably not notice. Someone was watching his every move.

Jefferson was already there by himself, but the man he was waiting to see had not shown up. What was he waiting for? Did he not believe that Jefferson had not brought any accomplices?

"I drove here alone for two hours, but I haven't even been offered a glass of water. Is this how you treat your guests?" asked Jefferson.

The words barely left him before Jefferson heard the sound of a door opening on the third floor. Then, a middle-aged man, propped up by a young and beautiful woman, descended the stairs slowly. "Stephen, it's already this late. You should just leave him to me. Why do you have to come and see him yourself?"

Jefferson recognized the woman who spoke. They had met not long ago at a bar, where she had set him up. It was none other than Ninetina.

The middle- aged man said, "Because he is a distinguished guest. I have to meet him in person to show my sincerity."

As for that middle- aged man, Jefferson was extremely familiar with him. To be precise, he could not know him better if he tried. Jefferson had known this man for more than twenty years,

after all.