Todos los capítulos de Getting my ex-wife back: Capítulo 681 - Capítulo 690

"Jenna, don't worry. I've already sent Jordan, Alvin, and the rest back. General Delia is still in the mansion. Nothing will happen. Trust me." As he said this, Hansen turned and saw Alvin standing in a daze. He could not help but to shout angrily, "Alvin, why are you still here? This is no time to hesitate. How can you be so sissy?" Alvin looked at the fierce-looking men in black beside Sergio and his heart ached. However, it was fortunate that they had control over some of the criminals. It was better than nothing. "Take care, Mr. Richards," Alvin said, gritting his teeth. The situation was urgent then. He had no way of disobeying Hansen's orders. He could only retreat and meet up with Jordan. He explained the situation at the mansion to Jordan. Jordan's face turned pale with fright. He didn't hesitate, led his men, and retreated. However, before he left, he left Paul and a few policemen there. After they left, Hansen relaxed completely. It was as if the

"Madam, the funeral at Richards Manor has been postponed until tomorrow. The funeral has also been postponed for a day." Madam Lilian had a gut feeling that something was wrong and her mind was already in a state of chaos. She had long since lost interest in public matters. Therefore, when she returned to the hotel, she sent Quina out to investigate the situation. However, she only rested for a while before Quina walked in. Madam Lilian straightened and adjusted her glasses. Confused, she asked, "Why did they change the time?" This was Vivian's funeral. They had already announced the time to the public. It was very strange to change the date this suddenly, and it looked like they did not respect the deceased. "Madam, it was changed, and it was announced to the public by Hansen, the head of Richards Manor. The specific reason has not been stated." Quina agreed with a puzzled look on her face. Madam Lilian closed her eyes. The light in her eyes flickered. Vi

Claude took it over to have a look and saw that it read, "Trevor, my son died to protect Jenna. I killed my son, my only family. I will not let your family live on peacefully. Today, let's settle it once and for all. I will raze your mansion to the ground. Mark my words. Yadriel." Claude understood Trevor's concern when he saw this. He closed his eyes and felt chills running down his spine. Norton was stunned by their expressions. He hurriedly took the letter from Claude's hand and read it. His face instantly turned pale. "Quickly evacuate all the family, guests, and servants in Richards Manor. We have to try our best to minimize the casualties. Yadriel has gone crazy." Trevor's gaze was stern as he decided. That day was the day when their relatives and friends had come to mourn Vivian. Their guests came early in the morning, and more were coming. Initially, everything was in order. However, only when Alvin and John brought their men back in a hurry did they kno

"Carmella, I'm warning you as a friend. Don't blame me for reminding you, but some things aren't meant to be yours. Don't be greedy, lest you make a fool of yourself. You're a strong woman, as is your reputation. You know the importance of maintaining your reputation." Jaqueline turned to look at Carmella. Her tone wasn't soft. Carmella's heart sank. Her face turned pale and she was lost in her own thoughts. She was a proud woman. She had once held her head high in front of men. What had happened to her? What exactly was she doing? In a small glade in Richards Manor, the bomb disposal expert sent by Johan was busy dismantling the explosives. The instruments they brought detected some safe spots where there were no bombs present. Therefore, everyone in Richards Manor gathered there. Trevor established a temporary command center urgently and took charge of directing the operation of dismantling the bombs. When Norton brought Sabrina over, almost everyone from the

"Child, you must be tired." A warm and kind voice rang in her ear. The voice was familiar, coming from the distant horizon. She wanted to turn around to see who it was, but a pair of warm hands held her up. "Come and sit here. Don't worry." She didn't know who the person was and was led to sit on the lounge chair beside her. Naturally, she raised her head and found them looking at her. There was kindness and anxiety in their eyes. She had seen these eyes before. They were so familiar and warm. "Madam Lilian," Jenna cried out in surprise as she stared. Why was she here? "Yes, child, it's me." Madam Lilian didn't explain anything. She just sat down beside her and held her hand. She rubbed it gently and sighed. "Your hand is so cold. Child, you have suffered a lot. I'm sorry I'm late." Jenna was still watching her dumbfoundedly. It was beyond her expectation that Madam Lilian would be so kind. In fact, she and Lilian were not close. For Lilian to be so