My Husband, Warm The Bed

The station wasn't located far from their home. They drove smoothly for about ten minutes or so. Since there weren't many cars on the road either, it only took them less than twenty minutes to arrive. Adrienne parked the car and reminded Jefferson, "No matter what, Harold is your immediate superior. Be polite when you see him. Don't disrespect him."

He glanced at her and replied, "Since when is it your turn to tell me how to do things, little idiot?"

Adrienne said helplessly, "Mr. Hefner, I'm being serious. Don't ignore my advice. Every leader cares about ego, so give him his due respect."

Jefferson put one hand around her shoulder and said, "Just focus on taking care of yourself. I know how to deal with my own affairs. I don't need you butting in." "Do you think I want to?"

"If you don't want to, then don't. If you worry too much, you'll age quicker. Then, I'll be annoyed." He pinched her nose and continued, "Go and wait for me at the cafe. I'll get right down to business." Adrienne grabbed him and repeated, "Listen to what I'm telling you."

"Gail, please take good care of Dr. Carter." Jefferson grabbed a random employee and passed Adrienne to him. "Dr. Carter doesn't like drinking tea, so give her a glass of hot milk." Adrienne had never told Jefferson any of her preferences, but he knew them all clearly. Adrienne felt a little touched.

She wanted to remind him to be more respectful to his superiors but swallowed her words. He had his way of doing things after all. He wouldn't be Jefferson if he would listen to her. "I'll wait for you," she said.

"That's my girl," praised Jefferson as he nodded. After that, he turned around and walked to Harold Hammer's office.

"Harold, what on earth do you want to see me about?" Without asking Harold's secretary or even knocking on the door, Jefferson barged into his office. As soon as the door opened, he saw that there was another person in the office besides Harold. It was Quill, whom he had met several times before.

Jefferson hadn't expected Quill to be there, so he was quite surprised. However, he didn't show Harold much respect. He sat down brazenly on the sofa and crossed his legs. "Harold, does the reason you called me over have something to do with Sergeant Scott?"

"Jefferson, your leg is injured. You have to be more careful with it. Sitting cross-legged might tear your wound." Harold did not answer Jefferson's question and instead responded with concern.

As usual, Jefferson did not respond politely. "Oh, so you do know I'm injured then?"

"Yes, yes, it was my fault. I didn't call to check up on you. I apologize, okay?"

"Tell me, what do you want to see me for?"

Harold sat on the other side of the coffee table. He motioned for Quill to sit down too. Then he said, "Well, since you're being so direct, I will do the same."

Harold cleared his throat and started to elaborate, "Recently, a series of homicide cases have been happening in the Paramount area, specifically the headless corpse case and the dismembered corpses case They have caused a city-wide panic. Although we have solved the headless corpse case, we have yet to find any leads with regards to the dismembered corpses case. Sergeant Scott is worried that it will affect the reputation of the entire Chatterton Town public security system if we leave this case unsolved for too long."

In front of the two 'God- like1 experts, there was no need for Quill to speak. However, he still nodded occasionally to show that he was listening.

Jefferson did not answer, so Harold continued, "Sergeant Scott has been working overtime recently, and it's getting a little too much for him to handle. He intends to make an application to request for someone more capable to take over the dismembered corpses case."

"Harold, you are his boss. I have nothing to do with him. You don't need to report to me about the arrangement of his job, do you?" Jefferson obviously knew Harold's intention, but he pretended to be confused. Harold smiled and answered, "Yes, you're right. We don't have to report our work to you, but this has to do with you. So, we had to ask for your opinion."

"What does it have to do with me?"

Harold explained again, "After Quill proposed this application, you were the first one I thought of. After all, you mentioned to me before that you wanted to move to the Paramount Criminal Police Team. More importantly, your capabilities are second to none in this entire station."

"Harold, what do you take me for? You put me on difficult cases, and then kick me off the team as soon as they're solved. Am I some dog that comes and goes at your beckoning?" The moment Jefferson entered the door and spotted Quill, he had vaguely guessed what Harold had called him over for. As it turned out, his assumption was true.

"Young man, you're being very rude." Jefferson spoke very harshly and Harold was now in an awkward position. But he knew that it was just how Jefferson was. He spoke like this even to his own father, so what could Harold do?

"Then what do you want me to say? Smile and agree?" Even if Jefferson wanted to shift over to the Paramount Criminal Police Team, he still had to show them who was boss. That way, it'd be easier for him to do his work later on.

"I have other candidates in mind as well, but you were the first person to come to mind since you have experience in the field and you've been investigating the Carter family murder. Wouldn't it be easier for you to proceed with your investigation if you take over as the captain of the Paramount Criminal Police Team?" Harold knew exactly where to hit Jefferson. As long as he brought up the Carter family case, Jefferson would definitely give in.

Immediately, Jefferson uncrossed his legs and sat up straight at the mention of the Carter family case. His casual expression shifted and he uttered coldly, "Harold, don't pull this sh*t on me."

In the past, none of them had allowed him to investigate the Carter family's case. Harold hadn't allowed it, and the same went with his father. Therefore, he had no choice but to investigate it in secret. Now, Harold was taking the initiative to bring up the case. Could it be that there had been some discoveries?

Harold knew that he had successfully piqued Jefferson's interest, so the rest was easy. He turned to Quill and said, "Quill, tell us about your questions and doubts. Let's discuss them."

Quill had been wanting to speak for a while now, but he had been holding back and dared not say anything. After all, one of them was his superior and the other was a rich heir which he definitely could not afford to offend. So, he had been keeping silent the entire time.

Now that he was being called upon, his excitement could not be concealed. He cleared his throat and went straight to the point. "Harold, Mr. Hefner, from what we can see, it seems like there were no connections between the headless corpse case, the Liley Park murder, the dismembered corpse case, and the bar homicide case. But from my years of experience as a criminal police officer, I feel very strongly that these cases are somehow connected. I just haven't found the evidence connecting them yet."