Chapter 104


    In the luxurious and majestic nightclub, the ancient Roman and modern stylesplemented each


    other. The ck paint on the wall made the nightclub look dark and unpredictable.


    Jenna sat at the bar. Her face was red and her eyes were empty, disying all her vulnerabilities.


    When the bartender handed her a cocktail called "Rainbow Light", she did not hesitate and she


    drank it in one gulp. After three sses in a row, she had no idea where she was.


    All she could think of was the sheets and the hatred in Hansen''s eyes. The bitterness in her heart


    was getting stronger and stronger. It was useless. Even if she was innocent, he would not care


    about her. He had never trusted her. Even after she revealed the truth, he walked away. He even


    went to console Aria instead of her.


    Who was she to him?


    Jenna suddenly felt the effects of the alcohol. She felt a burning sensation in her stomach. She


    staggered to stand up, and her vision was blurry. She could not differentiate if the people around her


    were good or bad, or even whether they were men or women. She smiled foolishly and her eyes


    were full of tears. Her body was so weak that she didn''t have any strength at all, and soon she fell


    down again.


    In her world, there was no tomorrow. Her head was filled with her father''s death, her mother''s


    illness, and the endless feeling of sadness and loneliness. No one cared about her.


    Hansen.


    He used her for her talent in designing cars and was only infatuated by her body. He had no


    genuine feelings for her. Why did she have to fall in love with him? Why did she marry him? If she


    hadn''t done all that, she would probably be much happier right now.


    This was her sadness, her life.


    "Hansen, you b*stard. You are hypocritical and arrogant. Do you think that I will suck up to you like


    Aria has? Do you really think that I want to be your wife?" Jenna''s mind drifted as she muttered to


    herself, "Let me tell you, I will not. I''ve always looked down on you. You used my mother''s illness to


    threaten me, and you always shout at me and you always abuse your power. What kind of man are


    you? I despise you! Even if you don''t love me, I''m pretty sure someone else will!"


    "One more round," she gestured and shouted at the bartender. She wanted to drink all her sorrows


    away.


    "Miss, you are drunk," the bartender walked over and said when he realized that Jenna was drunk.


    He knew that she was not a regr customer here and that she just so happened to pop in for a


    drink. It was not a good thing for a woman to drink in such a ce to relieve her worries, so he


    kindly reminded her.


    "No, I''m not drunk. I''m still sober. Let me tell you, I have a lot of money and I will not shortchange


    you," she raised her hand, patted the table and cried. Then, she took out a gold card from her


    pocket. "There is enough money in here to pay for another round."


    The bartender shook his head and knew that there was no way to dissuade her. His duty was to not


    meddle in the guests'' business, so he made her another drink as she requested.


    "Man, it''s hot in here." Jenna, who had never drunk any cocktails prior to this, felt that her body


    temperature was rising. She pulled at her cor in an attempt to get rid of the heat. She was


    wearing a conservative outfit that Hansen bought for her, and even her neck was covered. It was


    really hot. She tore open the clothes at her neck with great force, revealing her elegant neck.


    "Wanna bet that after this drink, she''s going to pass out?" A man with dark eyes had been staring at


    her the entire time. He was sitting on a ckcquered wooden chair, and nking him on either


    side were two intimidating-looking men. They were staring at Jenna like a wolf eyeing its prey. They


    had evil smiles on their faces. The bodyguard spoke to the man who was sitting and staring at


    Jenna with eagle-like eyes.


    "This girl looks familiar. She''s not bad looking either. I feel like I''ve seen her somewhere before," the


    man on the other side said doubtfully and thought for a while.


    Brock Moore, the boss of the underworld in A city, was sitting in the middle. He was about 30 years


    old. There was a long scar on his cold face, and his thick ck eyebrows formed a straight line


    across his forehead. He had a standard square face and dark skin. At this moment, he was


    touching his chin with his right hand as he stared at Jenna, as if he was thinking about something.


    "It''s really getting hot in here.1'' Jenna ripped open her clothes. Her clothes were so tight that only


    her vicle was exposed. Even then, it was elegant. Her snow-white skin was glowing under the


    light. All of her actions were influenced by the alcohol and she had lost all rational thoughts. The


    sight of her made all the men at the nightclub turn their heads. They were ready to pounce at any


    time.


    Immediately, a few men approached Jenna, and their eyes were fixed on her chest. They kept


    staring at her chest and couldn''t wait to pounce on her and find out whaty beneath those clothes.


    "Miss, is there anything I can do for you? Can I help you forget about the world?" A man held a wine


    ss as he gently swirled the red wine. His words were very frivolous.


    The other man had already reached out and touched her head. He smiled evilly and said, "Miss, it''s


    no fun getting drunk alone. I''ll apany you. I''m sure you''ll be very happy."


    "Go away and don''t touch me."


    Jenna felt light-headed and she could not control her movements. She wanted to get rid of the


    man''s hand, but she realized that she did not have any strength when she raised her hand. She


    was feeling extremely tipsy but she knew that she was not drunk yet. She knew that those men that


    approached her were not good people and she immediately regretted it. She shouldn''t havee


    to such a ce to get drunk.


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    However, it was toote now. She had lost all sense of control now.


    "Miss, this is my strong suit. I''m good at apanying women like you who want to forget about


    the world. Come on, finish this first." A man grabbed her hair, raised her head, and ced the ss


    near Jenna''s mouth.


    "No, I don''t want to drink." She felt extremely lightheaded. She shook her head and murmured.


    However, the other big hand reached out and grabbed her chin. He held her chin firmly in ce and


    she could feel her jaw beginning to hurt. She immediately opened her mouth and drank all the


    contents of the ss.


    After finishing that ss, Jenna waspletely drunk.


    There seemed to be a volcano erupting in her stomach and her vision began to be fuzzy. The


    whole room was spinning. She fell limply on the bar and couldn''t raise her head anymore.


    "Haha! She''s been fooled. Looks like she has lost her consciousness. Come on fes, let''s bring her


    to our room and have some fun." The men began to jeer and they wanted to carry Jenna into their


    private room.


    "Boss, are you going to let those men trample over her? What a waste," the man beside Brock said


    sympathetically.


    The scar on Brock''s face was twisted and there was light in his eyes. With an enigmatic smile, he


    said lightly, "Don''t worry, she won''t die."


    As soon as he finished speaking, with a bang, the door of the nightclub was kicked open, and a gust


    of cold wind rushed in.


    The slim man was dressed casually, and he looked calm and sharp. His handsome face was full of


    anxiety and uneasiness.


    As soon as Hansen rushed into the nightclub, the aggressive momentum from his body and the


    noble aura from him attracted the eyes of many girls, causing them to scream, "Woah, look at that


    handsome man! What a stud!"


    "Hey handsome man,e over and hang out with us!" They rushed over and shrieked. Their


    faces were full of infatuation, and they couldn''t wait to get their hands on Hansen.


    In a ce like that where people were drunk, sincerity and seriousness were the least present. All


    these men and women came in here just to have fun. Therefore, when a handsome man like


    Hansen showed up in that kind of ce, he would most definitely attract the attention of all the


    women. They were all in high spirits.


    Hansen''s eyes swept across the room. Then he pushed away the women that were surrounding


    him and walked towards the bar with no expression on his face.


    Soon.


    Rage seared through him and his eyes mirrored his rage.


    Several men were about to carry Jenna into their private room. Jenna was drunk and her face was


    flushed. Her head was against the table and her beautiful hair covered her face.


    Damn it, the top part of her shirt was ripped open and her vicle was exposed. Although it did not


    expose her chest, what was beyond her vicle was far more interesting. Any man would want to


    tear off her clothes and have a look at whaty beneath the shirt she was wearing.


    Hansen''s face was as dark as coal.


    His eyes were burning with rage. It was as if he was going to kill someone.


    That man''s dirty hands were actually touching her shoulders. There was another man holding up


    her legs. His eyes were full of malicious intentions.


    "Bang!" Hansen picked up a wine ss from the wine cab and threw it at the back of the man''s


    head.


    "Ouch!" The man screamed as the wine ss hit his head. It broke into tiny pieces as it fell to the


    ground. Immediately after, he could feel the pain. The man realized that he had been attacked and


    he reached behind to touch his head. He couldn''t help howling, "Who the f**k did that?"


    Hansen sneered coldly and picked up another ss from the table. He exhaled and squinted his


    eyes. He urately threw it at the hand that was touching Jenna''s shoulder. In an instant, a loud


    yelp could be heard and blood started flowing out of that man''s hand.


    "Oh crap! They are about to fight!" Someone at the bar screamed. Then, all the men and women


    started screaming. The nightclub suddenly became very chaotic.


    Hansen breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the ss from the table. He held two in one hand.


    He looked sideways and was about to throw the ss at those men. The men were so scared that


    they immediately held their heads and ran away. They shouted wildly, "Where''s the security guard?


    Someone wants to kill us."


    "Coward," Hansen sneered as he spun the wine sses in his hand. As the wine sses spun,


    they emitted a dazzling mysterious light. His fingers were very nimble. He looked calm, and soon he


    threw the sses at the men who were running away. Their foreheads split open as soon as the


    ss hit them. The nightclub was shaken by their screams.


    Hansen pped his hands lightly and walked toward Jenna who had fallen to the ground. He


    squatted down and held her in his arms.


    Several strong security guards quickly rushed over.


    One of them, who looked like a security manager, came forward and was shocked to see Hansen.


    He froze for a moment. When he realized what was going on, he politely greeted him with a smile


    on his face, "Mr. Richards, you''re here!"


    Hansen raised his eyebrows. He stared at Jenna, who had fainted in his arms, and said coldly, "I


    want to see your manager."