From Secret Wife to Queen of Her World

Chapter 342 It's Not Us

Those who constantly said, "Little girl, you can't do this, you can't do that," were speaking with a fatherly tone.

Hazel was really annoyed by people who put on airs.

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Suddenly seeing her emotional side, Jadon was taken aback and etched the slight impatience in her eyes into his memory. He admitted that those people indeed had the problems she had mentioned.

But isn't the focus now on retrieving everything from the Fowler family?

"Don't pretend to be angry with a straight face. I know those words you just said were just for show, right?"

"But you underestimated these old foxes. Don't be fooled by their apparent anger caused by you. In reality, they are all pretending. Their hearts have long been wild, and they may not even listen to my words, let alone someone they have never seen before, a descendant of the Fowler family."

"... The most important thing for us now is to retrieve the assets they still have."

Hazel looked at the man in front of her, who was talking animatedly. His hair had grown longer, indicating that he hadn't been getting it cut recently. It seemed like he was planning to grow his hair out.

"It wasn't us."

The sudden four words from her stopped the sound behind Jadon.

Jadon squinted his eyes and looked at the cold and elegant woman in front of him, clearly sensing the indifference towards their relationship in her words.

"What do you mean, what do you mean it's not us, are you questioning me?"

He stared straight into her eyes, with an expression of displeasure that he couldn't hide on his face. The slightly narrowed pupils made it difficult to discern the emotions deep within his eyes.

She slowly got up and leaned forward, smiling as she asked, "Shouldn't I... question it?"

Long and fair fingertips gently landed on the position of his temple, the movement was light, as if a feather brushed across his cheek, causing a slight itch.

Fingers traced along the distinct contours of his face, gradually reaching his Adam's apple, feeling the curve of his throat beneath the fingertips. The smile at the corner of Hazel's mouth grew

wider.

The pleasant scent emanating from her body infiltrated the man's nostrils as they got closer, gradually ascending to his brain.

His black pupils never left her red lips, and as they were about to touch each other, she turned her face away and leaned close to his ear, whispering in a voice that shocked him like a bolt from the blue.

"Without my consent, or more accurately, without the consent of the descendants of the Fowler family, would they have died?"

Jadon's narrowed eyes suddenly froze, breaking away from the ambiguous atmosphere she had deliberately created, and a coldness slowly overflowed in her eyes.

Hazel laughed and said, "What are you nervous about?"

She patted his tense shoulders, slowly creating distance between the two of them, and sat back down on her own sofa.

On the table in front of them, there was freshly brewed tea. Hazel caught a glimpse of Jadon, who had just snapped out of his thoughts, and smiled as she made a cup for him.

The translucent bracelet on her wrist, shimmered with every movement she made while brewing tea, standing out particularly under the light.

"Since you have a request from me, then you must be prepared to be controlled by me, right?"

Hazel lifted the teacup and took a sip, continuing to smile faintly as she said, "After all... what they lost was just a life, but what I lost was the wealth my grandfather left me."

At this moment, the room was enveloped in a faint fragrance of tea. Jadon's eyebrows furrowed as he asked, "Did you discover something?"

"What do you think I should have discovered?"

She threw the question back at him again, with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Although Jadon didn't say some things, it doesn't mean that Hazel didn't notice the issues in between.

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Jadon repeatedly mentioned wanting her to meet those people, mentioning that the wealth they held in their hands was all from the Fowler family, wasn't it just to provoke her greed and possessiveness?

If there wasn't anything else she didn't know, why would they be so urgently pressuring her to take action?

If it didn't involve life and death, they definitely wouldn't be so scared and

nervous.

They became anxious, and her situation became stable..

The man furrowed his brow and carefully appraised the woman in front of him,

trying to gauge the seriousness behind her ambiguous smile.

After realizing that she truly didn't care about the people downstairs, Jadon's impression of Hazel was once again disrupted. He picked up the tea cup in front

of him, smelled the fragrance of the tea, and quietly enjoyed it with her.

In front of Hazel, behind the man.

The entire surveillance footage showed a few people downstairs becoming increasingly impatient.

Jadon didn't turn back to see the reactions of those people. His attention was now completely focused on Hazel. The celestial being in the sky had suddenly transformed into an underground monster. The visual and psychological contrast was so intense that he couldn't take his eyes off

her.

And Hazel didn't mind his gaze either.

In the downstairs living room, Garrett had already started pacing back and forth, occasionally looking up towards the direction of the staircase.

"Jadon has been up there for an hour, why hasn't he come down yet?"

Garrett frowned and said, "Could it be that he had already teamed up with the Fowler family against us? The appearance and physique of the person from the Fowler family were indeed perfect. It is not surprising that Jadon, this inexperienced young boy, couldn't resist."

Laura glanced at him and quipped, "Are those two holes under your eyebrows decorations?"

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"Do you have time to comment on a woman's appearance and figure, or should you think about how to save your lives? If I'm not mistaken, you should have all received the 'death notice', right?"

Bernard's face changed first, as he was the oldest among these people, now at the age of fifty-nine.

When the Fowler family had an accident, he already had memories and had witnessed how skilled Marlon was. If it weren't for his longing for his deceased wife, not to mention those people in Northfield, even all the people who were eyeing the Fowler family would not be a match for

him alone.

The genius of love brain, deadly!

But Bernard never thought that Marlon could

back-up plans.

ce through people's hearts so clearly. While distributing assets to them, he also

left so many

If the assets are not returned to the descendants of the Fowler family within the specified time, their names will appear on all the lists of hired

assassins.

Never give up!

Just a few days ago, he had encountered a wave of pursuit, and there was still a

long scar on his leg beneath his trousers.

He didn't know how Marlon did it, just as he didn't understand why he was so amazing, able to stand alone at the peak that everyone looked up to, and without

any

hesitation, leave behind everything in this world just to accompany his deceased

wife.

Hazel looked at Jadon across from her with a cold face, and Jadon remained silent. Laura's words just now were the best proof.

He had something hidden from her.

Dishonest people cannot gain trust. When Jadon included himself in his words "we," his actions, however, placed him on the opposite side.

Catching a glimpse of the obscure and unclear emotions in his eyes, Hazel remained patient and composed.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded in the quiet tea room where she was sitting and reading. She looked at the monitor, only to find that Bernard and the others had disappeared.

One after another, the surveillance screens turned black.

Hazel slowly raised her hand and poured the last cup of tea for Jadon across from

her, implying, "The show is finally starting, are you looking

forward to it?"

The man frowned, discerning the hidden meaning behind her words.

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Just as he furrowed his brows, there came a series of piercing roars from

outside.

Hazel's fingers gently brushed against the bracelet on her wrist, a smile spreading across her eyes. She scoffed coldly and said, "Oh dear, how unfortunate, they fell into the trap."