The next day.
In the dining room of the Ink Garden, the family was having breakfast around the table.
Maud was seen rushing over.
“Mr. Richards, something happened,” Butler Maud said with a panicked expression.
“What’s the matter?” Trevor’s face fell as he asked in a low voice.
“Mr. Trevor, that woman named Liya, has brought along a huge crowd of media reporters and they’re gathered in front of Richards Manor. They are here to demand the marriage between that woman with Mr. Richards, based on Madam Vivian’s will. They were arrogant and rude. I couldn’t keep them away either. We couldn’t use force either with this many reporters filming everything,” Butler Maud explained in detail, with a difficult expression on his face.
Everyone else was startled when hearing his words.
What in the world was happening? The reading of the will had just taken place the night before, and she was already here demanding for them to proceed with the will. What should they do?
They stared at each other in disbelief, before fixing their gazes back on Trevor and Hansen.
Jenna’s vision went black and she almost passed out.
“This is outrageous.” Hansen’s face fell as he frowned deeply. There was a dangerous glint in his gaze.
Trevor’s face also fell. This woman had found her way here again!
“Try to keep her calm first. We will follow behind shortly,” Trevor paused for a while before telling this to Maud.
“Yes, Mr. Richards.” Butler Maud retreated.
“Just how shameless can this woman be!” Sabrina was furious to hear this. “Hansen, don’t you allow yourself to be threatened by her and allow her to enter our family. You have to stay away from her influence.”
Sabrina had always been straightforward. She didn’t hide her disgust upon hearing this. She was, at the same time, worried about Jenna.
Liya was not an easy woman to deal with. She was shameless and manipulative. Sabrina didn’t want Jenna to be hurt over this.
“Trevor, what should we do? Should we allow her to continue making a scene in front of our Richards Manor and ruin our reputation?” Marissa was in a hurry to solve the problem. She looked at Trevor.
Trevor’s face was gloomy.
“Hansen, how about this? You’ll follow me down later,” Trevor said.
“No, Dad. Just leave this to me. You don’t have to go.” Hansen gulped down the soy milk in hand. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the napkin and said casually.
It was enough for Hansen to be involved in such an embarrassing scene. Hansen couldn’t allow his father to join him too!
However, Trevor’s gaze darkened and said firmly, “It’s for the best for me to come along.”
“He’s right, Hansen. I’ll follow you out too.” Marissa stood up and wiped her hands with the napkin. She looked around at Jenna and said, “Jenna, don’t be worried about this. The Richards family will never accept someone like Liya. I’ll seek justice for you.”
Hansen also turned around to look at Jenna.
Jenna wrapped up her breakfast and stood up.
“Thank you.” Jenna smiled up at Marissa and turned around. Hansen didn’t get to look at her expression. He glanced over through her shoulders, and could tell that she was upset.
He reached out and held her hand, as he stood up.
“Dad, I’ll take Jenna back to the guest room first,” Hansen said.
Jenna’s hand was slightly cold in Hansen’s, and her palm was sweaty too.
Hansen held her hand and walked out of the dining room.
“Jenna, you don’t have to be worried about this. It isn’t worth it to be upset over someone like Liya. She doesn’t deserve your attention. You have to be confident in yourself.” Hansen held her in his arms, as he snuggled into her hair and said with a tender tone.
Jenna didn’t say anything. She gently shoved him away.
“Hansen, don’t worry. I understand what you mean. You should go to the entrance and deal with Liya first. We shouldn’t allow anyone to threaten us.” Jenna smiled graciously.
Hansen noticed that she was forcing a smile, and he felt terrible for this. He held her hand tightly.
“Jenna, you have to trust me. I can just give up on my inheritance. We can start over in another country with Jerry. I am just an ordinary man. I don’t need that stuff,” Hansen said. His gaze was filled with pain and helplessness as he comforted her.
Jenna smiled without saying anything.
“Let’s pick up your Mom later.” Hansen wrapped his arms around her and headed to the guest room. Shortly after, he headed straight towards the entrance.
At the main entrance of Richards Manor.
Liya was dressed in a stylish, fiery red dress. Her curves were accentuated by her dress. Her bright, blond hair was draped over her shoulders. She had thick makeup on. She looked gorgeous. Hansen could already spot her among the crowd when he was on the electric vehicle.
He frowned.
It seemed like Liya’s figure was getting bustier than before. She used to have a lean figure, yet her body was looking plumper and with more curves.
Hansen had a vague feeling that Liya’s body had transformed quite a lot after leaving for less than two months. He didn’t dare and wasn’t willing either to think of what surgeries she had undergone during this period of time. He didn’t want to see Liya at all. He was disgusted by her mere presence.
Moreover, Liya brought media reporters with her that day. It was clear that she wanted to make a fuss about this. She was terrible.
Marissa also rushed over. She was worried that Hansen might not have what it takes to handle Liya.
“Hansen.” Liya’s eyes lit up as she noticed Hansen approaching in his electric vehicle. Hansen stepped out of the entrance, and Liya was already rushing towards him, eagerly wanting to rush into his embrace.
Hansen glanced around, observing the surroundings. He extended his arm and blocked her path as he said firmly, “Stand right there.”
Liya could not get any closer to him. So, she pouted at him.
Marissa already had goosebumps all over her body when she heard Liya calling out to Hansen in such an intimate tone. Marissa couldn’t hide her disdain and disgust towards Liya.
Yet, in that instant.
The media reporters who were waiting aside immediately surrounded Hansen and Marissa the second they appeared at the entrance.
“Mr. Richards, is it true that Madam Vivian had stated in her will that you must take Liya as your second wife. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be eligible for the inheritance?” a reporter asked.
“Mr. Richards, you mentioned before that your marriage with Liya was a fake one. Could it be that you were against Madam Vivian’s decision, and she was upset about this. So, she included this in her will to force your marriage with Liya?” another reporter asked.
“Mr. Richards, we heard that you didn’t want to marry Liya. So, you set up that plot to escape from her. Isn’t this somehow what a coward would do?” A third question was thrown out.
“Exactly. Madam, your behavior was simply that of harassing a young lady. It is not only against our moral standards, but it doesn’t look proper on your end either. We are all disappointed in you,” someone echoed.
“Mr. Richards, we can’t believe that you would have breached national security even with the amount of money the Richards Group is making in our country. Do you have a word for our general public?” another reporter asked.
…
All sorts of questions and comments were thrown at Hansen and Marissa. The media reporters continued to swarm around both of them.
Marissa was getting anxious and furious. She was almost shoved to the ground by the reporters. Fortunately, Hansen was quick enough to notice this and got hold of her.
“Enough. All of you, get out of our way,” Hansen bellowed angrily.
The media reporters were terrified of his aura. They immediately took a step back, and there was a moment of silence among the crowd.
“You’re all being unreasonable. Please leave.” Hansen was annoyed. He supported Marissa and was about to head back in.
Liya was also swarmed by the media reporters. She beamed in secret at the sight of this scene, but she put on an anxious expression as she said, “Alright, guys. Please leave my mother-in-law alone. Our marriage is going to happen for sure. You may all return now.”
Hansen had never been attacked by the media reporters like this. He was furious as he took out his phone and made a phone call.
It didn’t take long for a team of security guards to rush out. They surrounded the media reporters instantly, and the reporters had no choice but to leave the scene.
The main entrance was finally back in peace.
“Hansen, let me help you with Marissa,” Liya said in a hurry as she noticed that Marissa had turned a little pale, and Hansen was about to head back inside the manor with Marissa.
She supported Marissa’s right arm as she spoke.
“Let go of me, b*tch.” Marissa immediately withdrew her arm from Liya and bellowed at her.
Liya looked a little awkward as she stood there.
“Get lost.” Hansen turned around and glared at Liya.
Liya was standing there looking embarrassed. She then sneered.
“Hansen, you can never drive me away, especially when Vivian has already acknowledged our marriage and stated it in her will. I am now officially Mrs. Richards. I will not leave, and I will never leave, not until you marry me. You owe me this. You told me you would marry me.
“But you betrayed me as soon as I handed you the evidence of me framing Jenna. I won’t leave this place.”
Liya was crying and shouting towards the end of her sentence. This had won over some attention from the passers-by.
It was really a less than graceful scene to look at.
A security guard was about to come over and pull Liya away.
Seizing the opportunity, Liya threw a tantrum as she cried miserably.
Marissa was so furious that her vision almost went black. She pointed at Liya, yet she couldn’t come up with anything.
Hansen clenched his fists tightly as his expression looked stony. He walked up to Liya.
“Hansen.” Liya immediately rushed up to him as she saw him walking over. She snuggled against his chest and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist as she cried out, “Hansen, please don’t drive me away.”
Hansen couldn’t dodge in time and was held firmly in her embrace.