Heart Stolen by A Heartless Man

Hattie pulled up her smile. "Let's go then, I'll go back with you first."

Jensen nodded and tried to hold her hand.

But his hand was avoided by Hattie.

Jensen looked at her in dismay, "Hattie..."

"Let's go." Hattie smiled and acted as if nothing had happened.

Jensen's eyes dimmed, and he silently walked forward and opened the car door for Hattie.

When they got into the car, Jensen drove out slowly.

At Jensen's home.

After simply packing some clothes, Jensen was about to leave with Hattie.

Hattie followed him without saying anything.

Jensen looked at her calm face, and after holding back for a long time, he asked, "Hattie, don't you have any questions for me?"

"Hmm? What?" Hattie snapped out of her trance, looking toward him.

"Don't you even ask me where I'm taking you?" Jensen asked.

"It doesn't matter where we go. You won't sell me out, I'm relieved to follow you," Hattie's smile was pure and clean.

She just felt that the only person she could rely on and trust now was Jensen.

Jensen looked at her smile, and his heart suddenly missed a beat.

Did she mean that it didn't matter where they went as long as she was with him?

Anyway, her words made him feel better.

Jensen curled his eyes with a smile, "Well, let's go."

Meanwhile, Morgan group.

In Greyson's office.

With an unlit cigarette in his mouth, Greyson stood in front of the French window, silently overlooking the city.

The city was a bustling place with heavy traffic on the street while people were brushing against each other, each with a different life.

He curled his lips in self-deprecation, thinking he was simply crazy. He wasn't yet old, yet he was standing here thinking about the truth of life.

He took out the cigarette in his mouth and held it between his fingers. When he was about to return to his desk to continue his work, his phone suddenly rang.

Greyson answered the phone directly without looking at the caller ID. "Hello, this is Greyson."

The tone of the speaker on the other end of the phone was urgent, "Young master, we've found out what you asked us to investigate!"

When Greyson listened to the urgent tone of his subordinate, he was actually anxious within, but he still pretended to look indifferent, "Say it."

"You've accused Miss Moss wrongly! She...she's a good person!" The subordinate hadn't had time to adjust his emotions, but only came up with this sentence. Greyson raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm a bad guy?"

After a moment, the subordinate calmed down, "No, young master! I mean we found out that the poison in Miss Moss's body is..."

The subordinate snapped to attention how much negative impact this news would have if it got out.

Would the young master be devastated by this?

The subordinate gulped his saliva.

"What's wrong with you? Do you have to stammer to make a report?" Greyson lost his patience, "Do you want to talk about it? If not, ask someone else to tell me." "Young master, I'm sorry, but what I am going to say next may hit you hard," the subordinate braced himself to say.

"You're too nagging, just say what you want to say," Greyson said.

The subordinate took a deep breath, and even Greyson could clearly hear the sound of his subordinate's breathing via the phone.

How nervous was he?

Greyson raised his eyebrows.

The subordinate's voice came slowly over the phone.

Greyson listened quietly, but opened his eyes wider and wider, and the cigarette between his fingers could not be grasped and fell to the ground. His hands were even trembling when he heard the last sentence.

A dead silence ensued.

After the report, the subordinate asked him for instructions again since he didn't get a response from his boss for a long time.

But Greyson totally wasn't in the mood to pick up on him, he hung up the phone in a hurry, grabbed his car keys and ran out of the office.

He had to get to the hospital to find her! Now!

He started the car engine, his eyes glowing red.

Without knowing if it was because he had suffered a heavy blow, or because there were other mixed emotions.

He stepped on the gas pedal, while the car shot out like an arrow.

When he arrived at the hospital hurriedly, the reply he got was that Hattie had recovered and Jensen had already gone through the discharge procedures for her, and she had just been discharged from the hospital.

It suddenly occurred to Greyson that a few days ago, she had said she wanted to get out of here with Jensen.

What a stupid woman she was!

Greyson quickly left the hospital and drove off.

Along the way, the things reported by his subordinate kept lingering in his mind.

"Young master, do you know that your body had been poisoned before? That poison... was given to you by the Master."

"After that, the master found Miss Moss and told her that your body had been poisoned and that you needed to find a woman to transfer the toxins out of your body, and Miss Moss agreed without saying a word."

"So the poison in her body is actually the same poison that the master put on you, and Miss Moss transferred the toxin to her own body for your sake."

"The reason she needed the money was because her father was a gambler and owed a lot of gambling debts. Miss Moss never told you about it as her original plan was to use her own abilities to pay off her father's debts."

"Young master, you've really misunderstood Miss Moss."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐