My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1820

However, Adrienne quickly brushed off this idea.

The murderer was not stupid. He clearly knew that she had not found any clues at present, therefore he would not be stupid enough to show up in front of her.

Then, who else could it be?

Could it be Albert?

Was it because she hadn't listened to him but chose to stay with Jefferson, hence he had to resort to such a low-level method?

It didn't seem likely.

Although Albert was upset with her, he didn't show it in front of Jefferson and Britney. That would mean that he still cared about looking civil on the surface. Thus, it was unlikely that he resorted to such stupid methods.

Then, who else could it be?

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Would it be him?

If it really were him, she would jump headfirst into any dangerous situation.

Thinking of this, Adrienne started to feel

calmer. She felt her head getting heavier and heavier as her eyelids drooped shut. She felt that once she closed her eyes, she wouldn't be able to open them again.

Adrienne pinched herself hard again, trying to keep herself awake with the pain.

At this time, she found that the driver was watching her from the rearview mirror in the car. She asked again, "If you don't want to kill me, why did you drug me? Besides, I am just a forensic doctor. I've never provoked anyone. Who would want to see me?"

Just when Adrienne thought that the driver would not answer her, the driver slowly opened his mouth and replied, "The higher-ups only told me not to kill you, but they didn't say I can't drug you. Plus, the person you're about to meet is not someone to be trifled with. If he goes into a rampage, it'll be easier to subdue you while unconscious."

The driver didn't take Adrienne seriously at all and he spoke very directly.

"Not to be trifled with? Is it Jefferson?" Adrienne did not want it to be Jefferson, but at the same time, she wished it was him. As long as there was news about him, even if it wasn't good news, that was better than not knowing where he was at all.

The driver added, "You'll know when you get

there."

"I will know when I get there..." Adrienne scoffed softly as her head became heavier and heavier. She pinched herself again, but it didn't work this time. She succumbed to the drug and plunged into darkness.

In the suburbs of Lowell City.

An abandoned car repair factory.

The factory was lit with broken lights and a few people were sitting around a small table drinking.

As they were drinking, one of the men in a white T-shirt impatiently smashed the bottle in his hand and yelled angrily, "That Jefferson is really a thief. He fell into our hands, yet it somehow ended with him capturing our men instead."

Another man in a black shirt, Troy, chimed in, "When that little girl with the blonde hair arrives, Jefferson will come quietly back to us. Believe it or not, he'll do whatever we ask him to."

The man in the yellow shirt, Finn, did not believe it and questioned, "Is that blondehaired girl really all that? Would Jefferson really come back just for her?"

Troy answered, "Let's wait and see."

Finn continued again, "But..."

Troy interrupted him. "Don't say 'but'. Let's just drink now. Don't worry about things that you shouldn't be worried about. We just need to believe that Jefferson will show up at our front door once we have that girl in our hands. Then, we can do whatever we want."

Finn was still worried. "What if..."

"There is no what-if." Troy handed a bottle of wine to Finn, patted him on the shoulder, and reminded him, "Jefferson was the man that captured your brother. He was sentenced to 10 years in jail. I know you can't wait to skin Jefferson alive and take your revenge. But, remember what Miss Ninetina warned, we can't touch Jefferson for now."

"Can't touch him? Why not? Are we supposed to sit idly by as he captures our brothers one by one?" Finn picked up the bottle and gulped a few mouthfuls of wine, and his eyes turned red. "If we don't kill him, I won't be able to take it."

"If you can't take it, do you think Miss Ninetina can?" Troy was exceptionally calm. He picked up his glass and took two small sips of wine before speaking slowly, "As for why we can't do anything to

him, I can't answer your question. Go ask Miss Ninetina yourself."

I..." It wasn't that Finn didn't want to ask, but

he didn't have the courage to ask. Miss Ninetina was gorgeous, and her words were gentle and pleasant to the ear, but her means were ruthless. She was indeed a femme fatale.

None of these men who worked for her dared to act recklessly in front of her.

Troy said, "Since you don't dare to ask, then just do as she ordered."

While they were conversing, movements could be heard outside.

Troy reacted the fastest. He was the first to stand up and rush to the window. When he saw the person who came, he was slightly relieved. "Weldon's back with the girl."

Finn picked up the bottle of wine and gulped down the rest. He walked toward the door in a drunken manner and commented, "I'd like to see what kind of woman can take control of the famous Mr. Hefner."

At this time, the man called Weldon came in with Adrienne on his shoulder. He threw her on the ground mercilessly. "I've brought her back."

"Let me see what this woman looks like." Finn squatted down and turned her over, so they were face-to-face. The first thing that came into his sight was Adrienne's thick glasses. He hiccupped and mocked, "Mr. Hefner has a

unique taste indeed. How did he fall for such a four-eyed loser?"

While speaking, he took off Adrienne's thick glasses. Seeing Adrienne's flawless skin, he reached out his fingers uncontrollably and exclaimed, "It turns out that there is such an attractive face hidden

under the glasses. No wonder Mr. Jefferson would fall for her despite his high standards."

"Take your hand away. You can't touch her." Weldon looked at Finn coldly.

"I already f*cking touched her. What are you going to do about it?" Not only did Finn not listen, but his hand started going further down.

Crack!

In the blink of an eye, a sound of something breaking was heard, followed by Finn's scream, "You're f*cking looking to die!"

Weldon pinched Finn's hands hard and alerted him with an icy gaze, "Miss Ninetina ordered us to threaten Jefferson with the girl. We aren't allowed to touch her."

"Why can't I touch her?" Finn grimaced in pain but he still wanted an answer. "Why is Miss Ninetina so worried about Jefferson? Is it because of the support he has? In this line of work, we're already prepared to lose our lives. What is there to fear?"

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. There are some things that you shouldn't know." Weldon loosened his grip and swept his cold eyes over everyone present. "Whoever dares to touch even a hair on this girl's head will meet their end."