Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1790

Raeleigh returned to the group and announced, "Rossie and I have agreed that I'll handle things from the outside while she stays here; Deanna, you too, for now. Harvey, go back to Waverly Village. I'll call you if anything comes up."

"Raeleigh." Still unable to relax, Jenna walked over to Raeleigh after hearing the plan, holding her hand. "I don't want you to do this. Leave this to Hansen."

Raeleigh took a gander at Hansen and said, "Mom, it's not time for Dad to make his move yet. Why kill a fly with an elephant gun? I'm more than enough to deal with them."

Jenna chewed her lips and said, "But I keep getting the feeling your father is just keeping up an appearance. You're still so young; what if something horrible happens to you?"

"Mom, have some faith in me. Since nothing could kill me three years ago, I'll walk away alive this time too."

Hearing that, tears fell down Jenna's face again, and she quickly wiped them away, "No more crying." "Mom, you should look after Santiago."

"Okay."

Jenna promised, and Raeleigh headed out. Rossie immediately ordered, "Fehmen, Jaird, stay close to Raeleigh. If anything happens to her, forget about coming back."

The brothers exchanged glances. They had just arrived from the Whalen's residence; Rayan personally made the call to have them over.

"Understood."

The two followed her out, and so did Rossie. She was worried about Raeleigh's safety too.

Raeleigh took a gander before going into the car and made her way to Waverly Village.

Doyle family residence.

With a smack, Geraldine sent a slap over to the faces of the two youngsters of the Doyle family.

"You bunch of useless swine! Can't you even kidnap two children? Is it that difficult? What did you promise me before you left?" Geraldine roared.

Raeleigh had disfigured her face, so she had to put on a mask, impossible to show herself to anyone. She had a glove on her injured hand; her fingers were beyond usable now. The doctors told her the veins from her injured hand affected her heart and advised her to keep her temper under control. But how could she at this given time?

Hanschel, who was suffering from a torn ACL, lay on the bed next to hers with a bandaged face.

Sitting down, Geraldine heaved in anger, and a servant rushed to bring Geraldine her medication.

She felt much better after taking a swig of water and glared daggers at the two of them. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"Grandma, please give us another chance."

"I've given you many chances, but when have you ever cherished them? If it weren't for your loyalty to me, do you think you'd still be standing?"

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"Hmph. I will tear Raeleigh Anson to shreds."

Geraldine's hatred was sky-high. She even dreamt about killing Raeleigh.

She wished the worst possible death for that woman.

Hearing a set of footsteps echoing through the spacious room, everyone looked over to the stairs. A man descended, playing with a Rubik's Cube.

"No need to be so anxious, Grandma. She will meet her maker."

"Loward."

Geraldine's voice softened suddenly, and her mood had lightened as she fixed her gaze at Loward.

Standing in front of Geraldine, he suggested, "How about this? I'll go and kill Jepherson and the guys lest they continue to be an eyesore to you. I doubt they can continue to sit still when their successors are dead."

"They are all with the government; we can only make our move when they come out. Elizen is also there; I trust he'll give them a hard time."

Geraldine had faith in her eldest grandson; with him around, Jepherson and the others wouldn't be able to walk away unscathed.

Loward said, "But don't you think you have too much faith in him, Grandma?"

"You keep letting your arrogance get the better of you, Loward. You need to learn from Elizen." Geraldine did wish Jepherson a horrific death right then, but Elizen advised otherwise. They'd had to take a step at a time, lest it fell short.

With that in mind, Geraldine smiled at Loward. "Loward, your target is their wives; have the guys beg for death."

Just then, someone rushed in and reported, "Madam Geraldine, our men have caught sight of Raeleigh Anson. She's heading for Waverly Village."

"Waverly Village?"

Geraldine looked over at Loward, who smiled and headed to the door. "Don't worry, Grandma. Wait for my good news."

Meanwhile, at the government office, Jepherson sat with one leg across his knee, gazing at Elizen, who was talking about the plots that led to Crevor's death. This wasn't their first encounter, as Jepherson had seen him when they were children.

The Richards family and the Doyle family were close. However, the Doyle family had a long history in Capital City and quite a large number of descendants. Santiago followed Jepherson to their residence twice when they were a lot younger and returned home saying there were so many people there that he had trouble connecting their faces to their names.

Oh, how time flies. It had been fifteen years since their last meeting.

At that time, the Doyle family weren't considered influential, but they were undoubtedly among the wealthy.

Every time Jepherson returned home, he would hear his father say that his family lacked nothing but children.

Santiago was still a child who spoke without fear then, and he would ramble about marrying dozens of women and having bountiful children until he was the man with the most in the world.

Jepherson laughed at it, and Hansen was overjoyed as well.

Jepherson's eyes turned colder by the second as he recalled the past. Zorion, on the other hand, leaned against his armrest, listening to the man in front of him ramble on.

Jacky was among the audience as well. He still hadn't received news about his sons, but he didn't let his worries show at all.

There were others at the table as well, all having their attention on Elizen.

Elizen had some political background. His appearance was uncalled for but not surprising; everyone was used to it.

"Can we have some food here, please? I'm hungry."

Jacky turned to the person behind him and said, interrupting Elizen's speech, his patience wearing thin.

The man saw to it, leaving the room. Jacky turned back to Elizen, then checked the time before drifting his gaze back to Elizen once more. "I really don't get where you're going with this. Are we summoned over for a tea party?"

Elizen, of course, was a force to be reckoned with, looking at Jacky. "Mr. Scott, my family only wants an explanation for this. We came to Capital City to invest, but we were nearly obliterated overnight. How do you expect me to keep quiet when you guys haven't come up with a solution?" "I'm very sorry for your loss, but this is a matter left for the homicide unit. Well follow up and give the public an answer. But what I don't get is your purpose for summoning the representatives of the city. Are we here only to listen to your ramble?"

Jacky sat upright still, but it was visible he had lost his patience.