Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)
Chapter 446

At the main office of the Sky Sword Group, Zoella, who was wearing a white dress and a black shawl, was sitting at her desk. Her silky hair fell over her shoulders and she looked very elegant and charming. She was holding a pen, and was lost in thought, as she stared at the computer screen.

Octavia walked in and said softly, "Miss Yates, Mr. Jones is here."

Zoella, who was staring at the computer screen, narrowed her eyes. Her mouth twisted into that wry smile again and her eyes twinkled with mirth. She was not paying attention to what Octavia was saying. Octavia did not receive a response after standing there for a while. Hence, she could only raise her voice. "Mr. Oscar is here."

"What did you say? Who's here?" she asked incredulously. Upon hearing Oscar's name being mentioned, Zoella finally came to her senses.

"Mr. Jones, Mr. Oscar." Octavia had to repeat what she said.

Why was he here? Zoella's gaze turned ice-cold and it was dripping with spite.

Octavia couldn't help but tremble with fear when she saw Zoella's withering stare, although it was not chilly in the room.

"Let him in." Zoella's icy expression only lasted for a few seconds. She soon calmed down and she instructed Octavia calmly. An enigmatic smile spread across her face.

She didn't expect that Matteo would really ask his good-for-nothing son to come over and keep an eye on her. Amazing!

After a while, the scent of cologne wafted towards her.

Although the scent of the cologne was alluring and it was popular among men nowadays, Zoella sniffed with disgust when she saw Oscar's bald and plump figure appeared before her. He literally reeked of sweat and the scent of the cologne no longer seemed appealing.

"Honey." As soon as Oscar set foot in the office, he sat down immediately on the couch and beamed from ear to ear when he looked at Zoella's attractive figure, as well as her skin, which was tender and soft to touch. He longed for her so terribly and was satisfied with her looks. "It must have been hard for you. My dad told me that it's not easy for a woman to handle a company all by herself and asked me to come over and help you. You can just sit back and relax."

He flashed her a smile, looking very gleeful. His gaze remained riveted upon her face and the desire on his face was so apparent. Anyone could see that he wanted more than anything to reach his hands out to touch her smooth and tender skin. He was getting increasingly impatient and gulped repeatedly throughout the conversation.

Zoella gave him a sideways glance and almost shuddered in disgust. This plump and ugly man had his gaze riveted upon her body. His eyes were filled with lust and judging from his expression, it seemed that he regarded her as his plaything. His expression told her clearly that he was aroused and wanted to sleep with her.

She wanted to puke in disgust. Feeling nauseous, she covered her mouth and steadied herself.

It would already be a blessing if Oscar had not disrupted her plans, but to help her? What utter rubbish!

"Oscar, I have something to do here. Why don't you go to the hotel and get yourself a room to rest in the meantime. Once I'm done, I will go and meet you," Zoella said gently, forcing a smile.

Oscar stared at her beautiful features, and her charming and captivating smile. He was super satisfied with the wife his father had 'procured' for him. His gaze fleeted across her face and fell on her bosom. The sight made his stomach churn with excitement and his desires manifested. He was reluctant to leave at the moment.

"Honey, there's no need to rush. I'm not tired at all. The sight of you makes me pretty energetic. Let me keep you company," Oscar said gleefully as he stole a glance at her exposed, ample cleavage, and gulped. He wished more than ever to stretch out his hands to grab her breasts and satisfy his desires. Hence, he was not going to leave so easily.

Zoella's expression darkened. She could clearly see the desire in his eyes and it filled her with disgust.

She would rather commit suicide than let his filthy hands touch her.

However, she had to come up with a plan to send him away or he would definitely get his way. With him over here, she could not plan out her revenge in peace.

"Octavia, Oscar has come from afar. It must be a tiring journey. Hurry up and pour him some water to quench his thirst." Zoella spun around and smiled smugly as she instructed Octavia. As she spoke, she winked at her and gave her a meaningful look.

Octavia understood at once what she wanted her to do. With a smile, she nodded her head and left

the office.

After a while, Octavia returned with a porcelain cup filled with water.

"Come, Oscar, have some water." Surprisingly, Zoella was very enthusiastic and handed him the cup of water herself.

Oscar could not believe his eyes. She was coming closer to him. Mesmerized by her beauty and her captivating smile, Oscar gulped in excitement. Beaming, he gladly accepted the cup of water.

As he held the cup, he caught sight of her slender hands and seized the opportunity to hold her hand. Zoella already expected that he would do something like that, but all she did was to smile in response. She did not withdraw her hand. He stroked her hand gently and she seized the chance to push the cup against his lips. She said gently, "Oscar, drink some water first. The weather is pretty hot."

"Yes, yes, honey. I am kind of thirsty." Holding her hand in his made him even thirstier and he parted his lips and gulped down the cup of water.

Zoella quickly withdrew her hand from his and smiled as she asked, "Are you still thirsty? Would you like another cup of water?"

Oscar giggled sheepishly. After a while, his eyelids drooped and he collapsed onto the couch.

"What a fool." Once he fainted, the smile on Zoella's face vanished in an instant and it was replaced with an icy stare. She stretched out her legs to kick him hard before dashing into the toilet, and washed her hands repeatedly with lots of soap. It wasn't until her hands were red from excessive washing did she stop.

Finally, she came out of the toilet and looked at Oscar, who was lying spread out on the couch in disgust. She instructed Octavia. "Call a few security guards over to carry him to the hotel room." "Okay." Octavia immediately called for the security guards to come over and they soon carried him out of the office. Octavia followed them to the hotel to make the necessary arrangements.

Zoella stood silently by the side. She watched as Oscar was carried out of her office. She placed her hand on her chest and her expression was unreadable.

After a while, she sat down on her chair and laughed hysterically as she stared at her computer.

"Soon! Soon, I will be able to leave Oscar for good and I need not bear with him anymore," she muttered silently to herself and there was a crazed look on her face.

Meanwhile, at Hansen's office. Jameson, a software engineer whom Hansen had sent abroad to be trained in secret was sitting at the desk, as he looked through the program on the computer. He was very focused and his expression was solemn.

Hansen leaned against the couch and remained as motionless as a statue, looking very serious.

"Mr. Richards, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the program. I can't seem to find anything that looks suspicious." Some time later, Jameson announced, raising his head, after he had checked through everything numerous times.

Hansen raised his eyebrows and frowned in disbelief. "Are you saying that the program for the cars designed by the network department is fine and that there's nothing wrong with it? Are you sure?" Jameson checked the program once more before nodding confidently.

"That's right. I don't see any flaws with this program." Jameson nodded his head and phrased his answer carefully.

Hansen narrowed his eyes slightly, lost in thought. His expression was unreadable.

"In your opinion, do you think that the implanting of the nation's top secrets into the program had been carried out by an outsider or was it someone in our company?" Hansen asked, taking a deep breath. Jameson thought for a moment before responding hesitantly, "To be honest, implanting something into the cars' GPS can be done by an outsider as well as someone in the company. It can be done easily by hacking into the system. Hence, it's kind of hard to say for sure."

Hansen remained silent and did not budge. It was just a hunch. However, it seemed that he was just being paranoid.

"You can leave now. Continue checking for anything wrong with the program. Feel free to ask me if you have any questions." Hansen gave a dismissive wave of his hand and Jameson left the office. He was then lost in thought as he pondered the matter. A few days had passed, yet there was no progress. They did not have a clue how everything had gone wrong. On top of that, they did not have a lead. If this continued, all the cars produced by the Richards Group would be recalled from the market forever and it would incur huge losses to the company.

However, as long as the truth remained undiscovered, Sergio and his team would not leave the company. As time progressed, the company would fail to operate properly and the other industries would be affected as well.

The other industries might go out of business due to the incident.

It would be a huge blow to the company.

Presently, everything remained peaceful on the surface, although the cars produced by the Richards Group had been recalled from the market. All the other industries were still in development as planned, without any signs of them being affected. However, Hansen knew that danger was imminent.

Everything was starting to go out of control.

He had been in the business world for a very long time. How could he not know that a crisis was coming?

The thought crossed his mind and he picked up the phone and made a call.

"Liya, come to my office right now." He picked up the phone and placed it by his ear. His tone was gentle, and his voice was pleasant to the ears.

"Okay." Liya was ecstatic. She put down the phone and her face flushed crimson.

Hansen had called her. He wanted to see her. This was the first time he had asked to see her!

She rushed into the toilet in a hurry to touch up her makeup. After making sure that she looked very stunning, she waltzed into the VIP elevator.

As the elevator ascended to the 88th floor, she examined herself in the mirror. She turned around, showing off her slender figure.

Hansen asked her to go over to his office. This was the first time she received a call from him. His voice was so gentle and sweet. Liya couldn't help but to beam with excitement.

"Mr. Richards, Hansen." Liya walked into the office, looking very graceful and elegant. A sweet smile was plastered across her face and she gave him a seductive look.

Hansen was sitting on the couch and he flashed her a charming smile.

"Hansen, what can I do for you?" Her smile was captivating and beautiful, as her face flushed scarlet.

Hansen looked at her. His gaze was ice-cold, and his expression was unreadable as he stood up abruptly. "Yes," he replied with an air of indifference.

As he responded, he walked past her. The smell of cologne wafted towards her and her heart pounded rapidly.