Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1670

At the Moore family.

"How's everything going?" Flynt was reading a book with his head slightly bowed, looking indifferent.

Two people holding briefcases stood opposite him.

"They've left and their records are flawless. Even without a lawyer's help, they'll be able to get away scot-free. When we got there, they were already gone. We checked the traffic bureau, but there isn't anything on them. It seems that they've already done the necessary cleaning up before we could get there to dig something up."

As a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses spoke, Flynt looked up, crossed his legs, and asked, "So what you're saying is that they had everything arranged beforehand and knew that we were waiting for them at the hotel entrance? That's why they followed us there?"

"No, I don't think so," the man said. Flynt was amused. "No? What else could it be? They were behind us. How could they have gotten everything sorted out in such a short time?" "The traffic bureau is under our control. You know that." "Yes, it is, but if that woman was the one making the arrangements, she would've made sure to clean up after herself after every single move she made. Otherwise, even if they'd made arrangements beforehand, they wouldn't be so omniscient as to predict our every move," the man with gold-rimmed glasses replied.

Flynt hesitated for a moment, then said, "Is it really her?"

The men opposite him didn't speak. Flynt casually put his book down and got up to get himself a glass of wine. After taking a sip, he turned to look at the other man who'd remained silent all this while. "What about your side?"

The man was dressed in black. He looked at Flynt and said, "Our men got caught before getting close to Monroe and his sons, and who knows whether they'll be able to get out of there. Everyone knows that Zorion Whalen isn't someone to be disregarded, and whoever ends up in his hands won't have a happy ending."

"Give their family a sum as compensation and send them my apologies."

"Understood." "This matter ends here. You guys get some rest,

I'll continue looking into it."

Flynt's gaze darkened as he looked at his wineglass coldly. He swirled the wine around gently and smirked, then brought the wineglass to his lips. He closed his eyes and took a trip down memory lane.

Raeleigh suddenly woke up. She sat up in bed and took a deep breath.

Jepherson sat up as well. She looked at him, her gaze a little frantic.

"Was it a nightmare?" he asked. She nodded. "It was scary."

"What was it?" Jepherson pulled her into his arms, but she merely frowned.

"It's nothing."

Raeleigh broke free of his embrace and got herself a glass of water. After sitting around for a while, she asked Jepherson, "When are you going to let Cynthia go?"

Jepherson was sitting on the bed. "Did you dream of her?"

Raeleigh didn't answer him, but what she'd dreamed of was even scarier than something happening to Cynthia.

"I just want to know when you're going to let her go, or whether you're going to release her. Tell me so that I can prepare myself."

"I can't keep her locked up forever. Even if you're willing to, I'm not. I can't just let Jared be for a woman's sake."

Jepherson sat down in front of Raeleigh and asked her what was going on. She rubbed her forehead. Her dream was so terrifying that she couldn't go into it again.

"Give me your phone," she said as she reached for Jepherson's phone. He watched as she called Xanthus.

At this time, Xanthus was still searching for Cynthia. He'd barely slept or rested, looking for her tirelessly.

He was surprised to receive Raeleigh's call. It was already supposed to be late at night where she was.

Why was Raeleigh calling him at this time?

When Xanthus answered the phone, he asked, "Raeleigh, is that you?"

"Xanthus, we've yet to reach a consensus, but Flynt already knows that I'm here. Some things have also happened over the past couple of days." "I can't go back for the time being, but he's probably not back yet. When he's back, tell him that I'm away for a project. If he wants to contact me, send me an email and I'll get in touch with him. I'll find a way to get my phone back so that I can call him."

"I don't know when he'll be back, so don't tell him about this. I'll head back once I'm done with things here..."

"Take good care of our family."

Xanthus hesitated. "You should come back. There's plenty of time for us to look for Cynthia. I don't think that Jepherson will be bold enough to do anything to her."

"I can't. Flynt already knows that I'm back and he's starting to make a move."

"I'm scared!"

Jepherson was slightly absent- minded as he listened to her. He held her hand.

After chatting for a while more, Raeleigh finally managed to persuade Xanthus to promise to give her two months' time to handle things here while he continued to search at his end. They'd talk things over then.

Putting down the phone, Raeleigh fiddled with her hair before climbing into bed. Jepherson, on the other hand, remained seated for the rest of the night.

When Raeleigh got up in the morning, he was still seated with a cup of tea in front of him. They gazed at each other.

"You didn't sleep all night?"

Only then did Jepherson get up. He got back into bed and laid down before telling Raeleigh, "I'm sick, so don't go!"

He pulled the covers over himself as Raeleigh sat there, feeling taken aback. He didn't sound sick at all. Was this something she owed him?

Jepherson soon fell asleep. When Raeleigh finally got up, he was already sound asleep.

She wasn't planning on leaving, but she had to think of a way to handle matters with Flynt.

Jepherson slept the day away while Raeleigh's mind raced over plans and plots.

When Jepherson woke up, Raeleigh went to check on him. He sat up in bed after a long while before leisurely taking a shower. He dressed and got ready to go out like the nocturnal creature that he was.

Raeleigh hadn't eaten anything for the whole day. She hadn't felt hungry as Jepherson slept, so she didn't call for room service.

Jepherson brought her out for some food. They even took in the scenery before heading back to the hotel, but they saw a car from the Richards family at the entrance.

Raeleigh hesitated for a moment. If her memory served her correctly, this was Marissa's car. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jepherson stopped as well. He looked at the car and asked, "I told you guys to keep an eye on things, didn't I? What's she doing here?"

"It's not Madam Marissa. She's at home."

The people behind them came forward and answered Jepherson. Jepherson and Raeleigh looked at the car until someone got out and hurried over to Jepherson. He said, "Mr. Jepherson."

"What's the matter?"

"Mr. Richards told me to invite Madam Raeleigh over for a chat."

Raeleigh checked the time. "At this time?"

"Yes."

The man was very polite. Raeleigh looked at Jepherson. "Should I go?"

Jepherson gazed at the car and remained silent.