《My Husband, Warm The Bed!》全部章節：第 1801 章 - 第 1810 章

Jefferson tightened his grip around Adrienne's hand. It was obvious he was trying to comfort her despite his unpleasant words that came out of his mouth next. "Look at your body. You're as thin as a stick. If you keep up with this investigation, you might pass out from exhaustion before you even find the murderer." Adrienne was not in the mood to joke. She hated that she was powerless and she hated that she was threatened, but there was nothing she could do about it. Hodge always told her that she was just a little girl and that it was okay if she never found out the truth behind her parents' murder. If her parents were looking down on her from heaven, they would definitely not blame her. Yes, in the past, she also felt like she was too young and she didn't know how to be considerate of others. She had never thought about sharing some of the burdens her parents shouldered. In the past, she didn't care about anything and was protected too well by everyone, just l

Jefferson put the car key into Quill's hand and ordered, "Tell your men to drive my car back. I'll just squeeze into any one of your cars." Although Jefferson mentioned 'any' car, he already had a specific target in mind. He walked to the car that Adrienne was in, then squeezed himself in between Adrienne and Zelson. Even though Zelson and Adrienne were working at this moment, Jefferson was still very uncomfortable to see the two of them sitting together. Sitting between them, he felt more relieved as he could protect Adrienne. Quill went to the door and asked, "Mr. Hefner, won't this car be too crowded?" "That's not really important right now," answered Jefferson rudely. Jefferson had just praised Quill's cleverness, but Quill was messing things up again at this instant. However, Jefferson took back his words when he saw Zelson opening the door and getting out of the car. Quill was indeed smart after all. Quill smiled slyly and added, "Mr. Hefner, I

When Adrienne changed her clothes and came out, Jefferson and Quill were still talking. To be more specific, Jefferson was talking while Quill was listening. Before Adrienne knew about Jefferson's work, she had always thought that he was a playboy who only knew how to eat, drink, play and bully her all day long. After learning about his work, she tried to understand him more. Slowly, she realized that he wasn't what she thought at all. In fact, he had a lot of great qualities about him. Even among a group of excellent people, as long as he was there, the eyes of others would involuntarily fall on him. It was like he emanated an aura that attracted everyone's attention. In fact, Jeff had always been an amazing man but he often used various means to bully her, so she could only ever see his detestable side. She had ignored how admirable he really was. Adrienne was not paying attention to Jefferson's conversation. When she approached, she heard Quill reply, "

"Ring, ring, ring—" In the middle of the night, the phone suddenly rang. Jefferson grabbed the phone and silenced it. After confirming that Adrienne hadn't been woken up, he got out of bed and went to the balcony to answer the phone. "What's the matter?" "Captain Hefner, I've received word that tonight at 2 a.m. there will be a deal carried out at Mangrove Bay." A familiar middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone. This man was a gangster and often played double agent for both sides of the law. He didn't have any big forces behind him, but he had a wide network of friends and was very well-informed. He was typically known on the streets as 'Aero'. After Jefferson became the leader of the narcotics team, he reached out to Aero to cooperate with him. However, Aero was a man who liked to play both sides. He still wanted to live a couple of years more. Naturally, he was unwilling to be tied down to the police.  But of course, Jefferson had his own

Jefferson couldn't help but take a third sip. On his third sip, it was no longer strong or aromatic. It suddenly made him feel a little light-headed. He felt like the bar was shaking along with everyone in it. What kind of alcohol could let a person have so many different experiences within such a short period of time? Jefferson had no idea. However, he knew of one substance that, once taken, could make people feel immortal. It could also make people fall into an infinitive hell — drugs! Drugs! Most legitimate bars hated this kind of thing. For a business to lace their own drinks to get their customers addicted and earn money was horrible. Such a person, even if he was not a drug dealer, should be arrested and locked up for decades. "How do you feel now?" The woman put down the glass and took out a cigarette from her bag. She lit it, took a puff, and slowly spat out a ring of smoke toward Jefferson. "Do you want one?" "Feel?" Jeffer