My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1913

Adrienne was speechless.

Jefferson's domineering character probably would not change even after decades.

Everything was his to decide. Did she even have any rights in the relationship?

He said that he loved her to the moon and back, but he still bullied her as he did before.

Jefferson watched Adrienne, who obviously wanted to refute him but was suppressing her anger. Jefferson thought she looked so adorable that he couldn't help but laugh and muse out loud, "My little idiot, why are you so adorable?"

"Yes yes, you're the only intelligent being on earth. As a dumb idiot, I will make up for my stupidity with hard work." Adrienne turned around and trotted away after glaring at him fiercely.

Jefferson did not take his eyes off her retreating figure until she walked around the corner, disappearing from his sight. Then, he took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his trousers.

The gentle expression on his face just then became ferocious the moment he saw the new message he had received.

The content was simple.

There was only a single smiling emoji.

A smile that belied triumph and savagery.

Jefferson gripped the phone tightly with such force that it almost broke.

He immediately returned to his office to pick up another mobile phone and dialed a number. When the call connected, Jefferson asked, "How's the investigation going?"

When he heard the reply from the other end, a smile appeared on Jefferson's stoic face. It was an icy, and sinister smile. "Very well. I'll give orders for the allocation of personnel later. I won't allow any mistakes."

After investigating for so long, he had finally made a breakthrough. Soon, he would be able to catch the perpetrators in one fell swoop. • • •

After Bruce and Tommy received Adrienne's call and were told of the seriousness of the matter, they hurried over to Freddy. Bruce asked, "Freddy, why's Freya involved in this?"

"I don't know either." Freddy shook his head. "But I believe that Freya hasn't killed anyone and with Jefferson and Adrienne around, Freya will not become the scapegoat for the true murderer."

"You're going about it the right way." Before they came, Tommy and Bruce were worried that Freddy would be taking things too hard. They were both relieved after hearing what Freddy had to say.

Tommy then patted Freddy's shoulder and said, "Let's go and consult a lawyer on this."

They were all from wealthy families and had their own businesses too. They had the means to hire any lawyer they wanted. After a short discussion, they decided on Malcom Yeager, a reputable criminal lawyer in Chatterton Town.

Malcom had never lost a single case since his career kicked off. He was also selective with the cases he took up; he would not earn any money at the expense of his conscience. In other words, even if it meant he would be doing it for free, he would be more than willing to fight for his client as long as he felt that it was justified. That was also the reason why his reputation soared over the years. Of course, he had made many enemies in the process too.

When Freddy, Bruce and Tommy arrived at Malcom's firm, Malcom immediately ushered them into his office without any explanation. The three, who had even prepared a speech to convince him to

take up their case, were confused.

Noting their puzzled gazes, Malcom clarified, "Mr.

Jefferson has already given me a call."

So Jefferson had already notified him before they came. That was the reason for the immediate reception they got.

They sat down. They were all thinking the same thing at that moment. Even though they understood Jefferson well, occasionally at times like that they would be struck with the feeling that they didn't really know him at all.

Malcom had refused many high- profile cases before. He would even refuse cases despite pressure from his superiors, an evident sign of his arrogance.

Nonetheless, he had taken up their case just after a single phone call from Jefferson. As stated, Malcom was an arrogant person who would not be pressured by power or money, but Jefferson had managed to convince him. How?

Malcom, who had not planned on saying much initially, gave them a rudimentary explanation after seeing the confusion on their faces. "Mr. Jefferson has helped me before. His business is as much as it is mine."

Ah, so it was to repay a debt. Freddy, Bruce and Tommy nodded in unison, signifying that they understood.

Malcom began speaking again, "Please tell me the

details."

Freddy told him the whole story, and ended by saying, "Mr. Yeager, Freya has already divorced me. There's no way she would kill someone over me.

Bruce and Tommy followed up by saying, "Yes, that's right. Freya is beautiful and kind. She would never do anything against the law. In the past, when she accidentally killed a kitten while driving, she was so sad that she ate no meat for a month."

Malcom put away the documents and said, "It's not for you three to decide whether Miss Langham had killed someone and it's not for me to decide either. Our next move is to try to find evidence proving that she didn't commit the murder. Rest assured, I'll go pay a visit to Miss Langham and ask her for more details. Please head back and get some rest first. I may still need your assistance for many things regarding this case in the future."

Freddy replied, "Mr. Yeager, if there's anything you need from us, please feel free to let us know. There's no need to hold anything back."

Malcom said curtly, "Of course." Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

After thanking Malcom, the three walked out of the firm. Their thoughts strayed towards things on Jefferson's end. They wondered if Jefferson had any good news for them.

Needless to say, Jefferson wasn't sitting by idly. He had sent out orders to retrieve the surveillance videos from Freya's residential area. However, the monitors were coincidentally malfunctioning from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. the night before, and the surveillance cameras did not capture anything suspicious during the restoration process.

As for the victim's residence, it was a run-down area with only the bare minimum in facilities. The few facilities that they had were prone to malfunctioning too. On the night of the incident, of course the only surveillance camera at the gate of the residential area was not working.

Jefferson wasn't surprised by the outcome at all. The perpetrators must have made proper preparations to frame Freya. It would be conversely strange if they hadn't meddled with damning important evidence such as the surveillance recordings.

At this point in time, they couldn't get anything from the surveillance videos nor did they find anything new at the crime scene. After failing in their first attempt to frame Jefferson, the masterminds had done a pretty good job on their second try.

Jefferson's only hope right then was to find the perpetrators as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would be difficult to prove Freya's innocence.

Since the police officers had failed in finding any more useful evidence regarding Florence's case had finally reached a deadlock. At the same time, the Paramount Criminal Police Team received a new case to handle, thus Jefferson had no choice but to assign another team to handle that new case.

A day passed by just like that, in an atmosphere full of tenseness.

That day, Jefferson allowed his men to get off work on time. They would only be able to handle the next battle if they were well-rested.

Jefferson went to Adrienne's office to pick her up from work. When he arrived at her office, Adrienne was just taking off her work clothes and getting ready to change into her casualwear. Jefferson strode forward and held her in his arms, with so much force that Adrienne felt pain from it.

"Mr. Hefner, what are you trying to do now?" Adrienne tried to move but to no avail.

She noticed that Jefferson was particularly clingy in recent days. He would embrace her from time to time. It was as if he was a dog that was gnawing at a bone, and she was that very bone.

Was she a dog bone?

"I just want to hold you tightly in my arms and not let go of you for the rest of my life," said Jefferson with a low and seductive voice.