CHAPTER 95: CHAPTER 95: WHO IS THE MAN BY HER SIDE?

At this moment, at The Hawthorne Group.

When Jordan Hawthorne saw the photos, he was undoubtedly furious.

He never imagined in his dreams that one day, Sabrina Hayes would dare to wear a swimsuit and indulge on the beach with another man.

The scene in the photos, although taken from a distance and very blurry, still showed her walking side by side with someone, joyfully wading through the waves and playing with a puppy.

The man stood not far away, with Zara roughly squatting on the ground playing with sand beside him.

From the scene, it was apparent that Sabrina was relaxed and at ease.

Jordan’s anger soared.

Sabrina Hayes was far too contemptible!

Not only does she ambiguously mingle with another man, but also brings Zara along to cover it up.

How dare she?

Does she even remember that she is a married woman?

"Sabrina Hayes, who gave you the guts?"

The man rose in anger, picked up his coat, and stormed out of the office.

As soon as he was outside, he ordered Chase Lynch sharply, "Get the car ready!"

Seeing the president’s face full of fury, Chase dared not ask more questions and immediately complied, "Okay."

Minutes later, a black car roared away from The Hawthorne Group and headed towards Golden Sand Bay.

...

Meanwhile, Sabrina had already taken Zara back to the villa to change clothes.

As they came out, Nash Spencer happened to be escorting someone in.

Jasper Fitzgerald had changed into a clean black shirt and black trousers, lazily leaning on the sofa, his long legs crossed, fingers with distinct joints tapping the sofa armrest absentmindedly.

"What’s the background?"

His eyes were calm as he looked at the person and asked, his cool tone carrying a powerful aura and sense of pressure without showing anger.

The detective broke into a cold sweat instantly.

No matter how dull his perception might be, he could see that the man before him held an exceptional identity.

The authority and nobility of someone long in power surpassed even that of the president of The Hawthorne Group.

Nash hesitated for a moment and answered truthfully, "Catching infidelity, just Dr. Nash and you..."

Jasper raised an eyebrow, not having time to react before hearing footsteps coming from behind.

It was Sabrina!

Earlier, because of the sofa blocking her sight, she hadn’t been able to see the opposite party’s face clearly.

Now, as she rushed over, she naturally recognized the detective!

"Why is it you?"

Sabrina was extremely astonished, "If I’m not mistaken, I hired you, right?"

Why would you turn against me???

The detective was almost scared to death, and upon seeing Sabrina, he naturally spilled the truth like beans, "When I went to President Hawthorne, he caught me, and at the time, he threatened me that if I didn’t comply, he’d ensure I wouldn’t be able to stay in Veridia...

Miss Hayes, I was forced by circumstances!

Our detective agency is just trying to make a living, how could we afford to offend The Hawthorne Group’s president?

So, don’t blame me!"

Sabrina was furious.

How could she not blame him?

"You... Since you already accepted my money, how could you violate the professional rules and do such a thing? Don’t you even have the basic ethics of the profession?"

She questioned angrily.

The detective replied miserably, "Compared to survival, what is professional ethics?"

Sabrina trembled with anger at this shameless reasoning.

She never thought that the person she arranged would be turned against by Jordan Hawthorne.

Nash reminded from the side, "Miss Nash, the photos this guy took secretly today have all been sent to the other party’s phone!"

Hearing this, Sabrina was even more shocked and furious.

The progress of her divorce with Jordan Hawthorne was still unclear, and now with this troublemaker stirring things up, she didn’t know how that man would make things difficult.

Just as this thought fell, Jordan Hawthorne’s call indeed came in.

Sabrina furrowed her brows, showing no intention to answer.

She didn’t need to guess to know why Jordan called.

Nothing more than to call her to account!

She herself didn’t care.

The lack of trust had been there for ages.

But today, Mr. Fitzgerald was implicated.

He had kindly treated Zara and hadn’t crossed any boundaries. How could his reputation be damaged because of her?

Sabrina muted the phone, not bothering to settle accounts with the detective, and turned to Jasper Fitzgerald, "Mr. Fitzgerald, I apologize, I didn’t expect to cause you such slander and trouble. Let’s call it a day, I’ll take Zara back first...

I’m worried someone might come and cause trouble later, which would offend you."

Jasper saw her dignified face, and she returned to that humble state before, calm yet indifferent.

"Don’t worry, no one can enter this place, and no one can harm you or Zara."

In his view, this was just a trivial matter.

The detective, Jordan Hawthorne... He simply didn’t consider them!

Sabrina couldn’t help but worry.

If Jordan Hawthorne were really stopped, he would surely make someone break-in forcefully.

If a conflict arose between the two sides, it might not end well!

But Jasper was genuinely indifferent. He just calmly raised his hand and signaled to Nash, "Take him away, let the police investigate that detective agency."

Domestically, detective agencies themselves are illegal.

The other side had such low professional ethics, switching employers for money, and surely did a lot of shady business.

Nash nodded, and quickly had the bodyguards drag the detective away.

After the person left, Jasper invited Sabrina, "Today’s treatment for Zara isn’t finished yet, let’s continue!"

He always ensured things were done to completion, disliking unfinished work.

When Sabrina heard this, she could only temporarily put aside the idea of leaving.

...

By the time Jordan Hawthorne arrived at Golden Sand Bay, forty minutes had already passed.

He came following the address provided by the detective, but the car was stopped outside.

Jordan was enveloped in cold air, sitting in the back seat, and commanded harshly, "Clear the way!"

The bodyguard at the gate spoke even colder than him, "Going further is private property, unauthorized entry is forbidden, please leave here immediately."

Jordan’s brow furrowed deeply.

When did this place have private property?

Chase Lynch sitting in the front seat checked, and immediately reported, "President, there is indeed a private seaside villa inside, built years ago, worth a fortune, such a big one wouldn’t be less than a few billion."

Jordan’s brow furrowed deeper.

Being a private seaside villa indicates the owner’s unusual status, how does Sabrina know the owner?

Thinking that the woman might be inside, doing shameful deeds with another man, his chest was filled with a burning rage.

Without further thought, he ordered Chase, "Break-in."

Upon hearing this, Chase dared not say anything, immediately stepping on the accelerator, preparing to ram the gate open.

The bodyguards saw this, eyes flashed sharply, and immediately pressed a remote control.

The next second, a row of spikes abruptly rose up from the ground.

The car carrying Jordan happened to run over them, blasting the tires on the spot.

Chase jumped in fright, hurriedly stepping on the brakes.

The car eventually halted just a small distance from the gate.

At that moment, a lineup of bodyguards suddenly emerged from the shadows, each well-trained, imposing, blocking the front of the car, sternly shouting, "Breaking into private grounds, courting death?"

Jordan’s face turned worse than ever.

He held a distinguished identity in Veridia, with nowhere off-limits.

When had he ever been treated like this?

But now, his tires were blasted, and the intention to enter was shot down.

Not to mention these fierce roadblockers.

With his vision, he naturally sensed these men were unusually skilled!

In Veridia, for someone with significant status who knows Sabrina and can dispatch such subordinates, it could only be Josee Sheffield, right?