Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1615

By the time Jepherson came to look for Raeleigh, she was gone. He pulled his phone out and called Jared, but he could not reach him.

Jepherson gnashed his teeth and called Stuart as his eyes flashed with anger.

"Where is she?"

Stuart was sitting in the monitoring room with a laptop on his lap; a map was on his screen. Behind him stood Hadrian and Scarlette, who was in a wheelchair.

Stuart was also in a wheelchair, and although he could no longer stay by Jepherson's side, that did not mean he was of no use.

There were several red dots on the map. The first one was Jepherson, and the second one, Santiago, who was bedridden. There were several others too, but one was moving, and it belonged to Raeleigh. She looked to be in a car, heading somewhere.

And the car seemed to be heading toward...

Stuart said, "The Moore family residence."

"Are you sure?"

Yes."

"Was there a fight?"

"No, she followed willingly."

"Alright."

Jepherson then hung up the phone. Scarlette asked, "Raeleigh's pregnant. Is she going to be okay?"

"She'll be. Mr. Jepherson will be with her." Stuart was confident Jepherson was already on his way as they spoke.

Scarlette then asked, "Mr. Jepherson asked us to investigate Austin, but don't you think it's strange that we can't find anything about him?"

"Indeed, unless this person doesn't exist. But Raeleigh would never lie. It may look like she had fabricated the whole thing, but in reality, someone's trying to hide something."

Stuart had been following up on this matter, but he had no way to investigate it at all.

At the Moore family residence.

Raeleigh got out of the car and looked around. Then she turned to Flynt. "So this is the place you want to bring me to?"

"Yes."

Flynt smiled, intending to bring Raeleigh in, but she stood unmoving.

"What's wrong?" Flynt asked, seeing Raeleigh standing still. Raeleigh just looked at him and said, "I don't want to go in. I always have the feeling that this is a snakepit. Besides, I have a bad reputation right now. The Richards family's image has been tarnished because of me; it's best if I don't go in."

"How about this? If you don't mind, we'll take a stroll nearby. After that, send me home; everyone will worry if I don't go back."

With that, she turned around and started circling the perimeters of the residence, not caring if Flynt agreed. She looked at her feet as she walked, seeming to measure how big the mansion was with her feet. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Flynt glanced over at the gates of the residence and motioned the others to leave them be before catching up with Raeleigh.

It didn't take long for him to get to her. Raeleigh merely kept her gaze at her feet, ambling, taking her time.

Even Raeleigh thought she looked like a lunatic, but Flynt said, "What are you doing acting like a child?"

Raeleigh fixed her eyes on Flynt. "Don't you think I'm weird?" "Let me have a look." Flynt grabbed hold of Raeleigh's arm before placing a hand on her forehead. However, she pushed his hand away, revolted by his behavior. Not just anybody could touch her.

There were only three men who could. The first was Jepherson, then Santiago, and finally, Austin.

Raeleigh didn't show her anger on her face, looking extremely aloof. She turned around and continued to walk with her gaze fixed on her feet.

Flynt then reached out and grabbed her arm again, but she did not shake him off this time. He was pleased with that.

"I've read the scandals online. I'm sure someone's pulling a fast one behind the curtains. I'm already investigating it. Don't worry. I'll figure it out."

"Figure what out?"

Raeleigh's retort rendered Flynt speechless.

"Raeleigh... I know that you're having a tough time. What happened to Santiago was an accident." Raeleigh paused her steps as Flynt spoke, but she didn't turn her gaze to him and merely blinked and continued walking.

"Accident or not, no one knows. The police aren't involved either."

Raeleigh sounded like she was accusing Flynt, so he blurted, "Are you suspecting me?"

She immediately stopped walking. She turned to look at him and asked, "Was it you then?"

"I indeed wish for Jepherson and Santiago to die a tragic death, but look..."

Flynt showed Raeleigh his prosthetic arm, but she only stared at him, not saying a word. He continued, "Jepherson ordered his subordinate to rip my arm off, rip, not chop."

Raeleigh didn't know the whole story, but that was between them; it had nothing to do with her. So, she kept quiet and remained deadpan.

Flynt gnashed his teeth and said, "I'm a human, not a brick. How can I not loathe them for what they did to me? Do you know how I survived the countryside? I was on top of the world, then down in the dumps the next moment. They did this to me! What am I to do? How can I not hate?"

Raeleigh remained silent; he had it all coming.

Raeleigh did not feel sorry for Flynt at all, so she naturally wouldn't take his side. She just stood and listened to whatever he had to say, expressionless.

If Raeleigh wasn't wearing her glasses, Flynt might see something from her eyes and hold back, but he didn't.

He continued to roar, "Do you know that they accused me of arranging everything that happened in the hospital that day? They asked me to kneel and apologize, or they would chop my other arm off."

Flynt glared at Raeleigh, but she only looked at him in silence for a while, like a mute, before she continued walking ahead.

Raeleigh despised men who gave in, regardless of the reason.

But then she started wondering what the reason would be for Jepherson, Santiago, or even Austin to yield.

The answer was simple. Other than their parents, they would not kneel down to anyone.

Raeleigh looked down upon people who would kneel to survive.

Especially men.

Especially Flynt.

Raeleigh continued walking with her head down. Flynt could not see her expression at all. For a brief moment, he felt that she was feeling sad for him.

Flynt hurried over to her and said, "But you have to trust me. I had nothing to do with what happened to Santiago."

Raeleigh paused, looking at Flynt. Whosoever fault it was, they would find out eventually. She believed the mills of the Gods grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly fine when it came to some things.