บททั้งหมดของ Getting my ex-wife back: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

"Mom, is status not important to you as a woman? A status is a promise of a man to his beloved woman, and it is also the foundation of a relationship. If a man can't even give his woman a status, then what else can he give? You take it for granted, but can you do it yourself? Why should Jenna listen to you? Besides, are you treating her well enough? Do you have the right to ask her?" Hansen sneered and continued, "Is it because Javon Murphy s status is not high enough? Or because her family is now in a state of declination, and not as rich as Aria's family? Mom, if Jenna chooses to marry me and stays with me for the rest of my life, then I will feel ashamed if I persuade her to be a concubine. You know what? Aria is definitely not comparable to Jenna. I would rather lose everything than lose Jenna. I can now finally understand grandma's dilemma." Hansen felt sorry over the way Marissa thought. After saying these words, Hansen strode outside. "Hansen, Hansen!" Aria was sitt

"Absurd." Vivian was disappointed. "Aria is pregnant, isn't she?" she asked, trembling. Hansen's body froze, the sparkle in his eyes vanished. "Hansen, is she carrying your child?" Vivian raised her voice again. Dumbfounded, Hansen couldn't say a word. "Hansen, is this who you are?" Vivian said sternly, "You got her pregnant, and then drove her away. What are you? Is this what the men of the Richards family do? How can you do such an irresponsible thing? If others learn about it, what would they think of us? How can you be trusted in the future? How would you lead the Richards Group and grow the company?" Vivian's repeated questioning threw Hansen into a daze, as if he was struck by lightning. His face turned pale as he tried to stand upright, unable to speak a word. "Hansen, you have to be a responsible man. Being a good person is far more important than those petty achievements. Never go against your conscience for you are not such a person.

Hansen was smoking a cigarette and sitting in the chief-officer chair, staring motionlessly at the computer. However, his mind was churning. Some time ago, in order to avoid risks, he had given Jenna 60% of the shares to operate overseas. Hansen wondered what happened to her? Obviously, this storm was not just in Europe, but a global one. However, the situation elsewhere was slightly better than in Europe. But what would happen to her? Picking up the phone on the table, he discovered that the phone was turned off. D*mn it! His mood was so bad over the past few days. He had plunged into an unprecedented anxiety, and even dared not call Jenna. He didn't know how to face her. He felt ashamed over his actions. How could he face her? Just thinking about this, he put down the phone again. In the past, when Hansen could have had Jenna, he felt that he was the person who suffered the most in the world, and he was cruel to her.

Hansen smiled coldly, pulled his tie, and pushed him against the wall. Fixing his knee against Caleb's belly, Hansen took out the phone and turned on the recording function. "Tell me, who is your boss?" He stared at Caleb with cold eyes and spoke sternly. "M-Mr. Richards, I, didn't..." As soon as Hansen asked, Caleb got so scared that he instantly sobered up, and he began to sweat a lot. He was so scared that he felt as if he was going to wet himself. This couldn't be said out loud. If he said it, he would never survive in City A. "Okay, I see how it is. You'll still keep your mouth shut. It seems like you haven't had enough to drink." Hansen sneered as he spoke softly. He then took a glass of already-mixed spirits from the table, brought it to Caleb's mouth and threatened him. "Drink, otherwise I will make sure that your company shuts down, and of course, let you carry some debts that you will never be able to pay off for a lifetime. I can't wait to see you beg

The winter in A city was particularly cold that year. That morning, the wind stopped howling and the rain stopped pouring. Even a little ray of sunlight was seen. But just after lunch, there was the fluttering snowflakes filled the sky. After Jenna ate lunch with her mother in the hospital, she felt so chilly that she kept trembling. For the past few days, Hansen was by her side to warm her but once he left, she realized that the weather was actually cold to the bone. She remembered her sable coat, which was one of the authentic treasures from abroad, made from the finest, most exquisite type of fur. It was really soft and kept her very warm. This coat was the dowry that Jenna's father gave her when he came back from a business trip to the north. Years had passed but its color was still dazzling. It was also Jenna's favorite. Even Hansen had praised her for looking graceful and radiant after putting on this sable coat. Thinking of this, a faint smile