My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1751



Chapter 1751

One was Matthew, a college classmate, and another was an idiot Jefferson knew since childhood. All of them actually dared to step on his toes. Jefferson felt that he must have owed them in his past life.

When he was about to put away his mobile phone, he received another phone call. "Boss, Lewis Black is not dropping a hint. We've interrogated him for two days but he still didn't say a word. It seems that you have to take the field."

"You're a bunch of good- for- nothings. You never give me peace of mind!" Jefferson howled.

Without him on their side, his subordinates still couldn't get any clue out of Lewis even though they had already arrested him. Without him on Quill's side, they couldn't even arrest the murderer. Weren't they all good-for-nothings?

After Jefferson hung up the phone and went back to the room, Adrienne had already fallen asleep. When Jefferson saw this scene, he was infuriated and pulled the quilt away, asking, "Little Specky, are you a pig?"

Adrienne opened her sleepy eyes and asked, "What are you doing? Can't you let me sleep well?"

"I'm going out," Jefferson informed her. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Adrienne responded, "Oh."

Oh?

What kind of attitude was that?

When he said he was going out in the middle of the night, shouldn't she ask him where he was going? Even if she was pretending, she should show concern about him and ask him a few

questions.

Under his stern gaze, Adrienne drew back her neck and added, "Be careful then."

"Don't you want to know where I'm going?" Jefferson asked.

Adrienne retorted in return, "Will you tell me even if I asked?"

Jefferson replied, "It depends on my mood."

Adrienne shrugged and mocked, "Then why should I ask?"

"Idiot!" Jefferson swore.

Adrienne was speechless.

She was not an idiot, but when he criticized her like this every day, she almost wondered if she had a problem with her IQ.

Jefferson reminded her, "Little idiot, put the phone on the bedside. When you unlock your phone and long press the number one button, it'll be my phone number. Remember to call me if you encounter any problems."

Adrienne nodded her head in a daze. "Oh."

She really looked like an idiot, which made Jefferson feel annoyed yet hilarious. Forget it, he thought. He, as a man, would not argue with her. Therefore, he continued, "I'm leaving. Get up and lock the door."

Adrienne responded, "Oh."

Would Adrienne say anything else other than this word?

"Idiot!" Jefferson gritted his teeth and controlled himself so that he wouldn't lose his temper.

An anti-drug team in Chatterton Town.

Jefferson parked his car in the parking area and hurried inside. A young man with a working pass came to greet him as soon as he entered the house. "Boss, you are finally here."

"Without me, would you guys still be able to do one thing?" Jefferson sneered crossly.

The young police officer scratched his head awkwardly and answered, "Those drug dealers are all desperados. It's not in everyone's capability to make them tell the truth. Only a powerful person like you can control them."

Jefferson glanced at him and responded, "Don't flatter me."

He was very clear about how powerful he was. There was no need for others to remind him about this.

In the interrogation room, the police had been interrogating the criminal, Lewis Black, for a long time, but he still remained silent. He knew that they could not do anything to him. Jefferson stood in the monitoring room and watched for a few minutes before ordering, "Call Vincent out."

The young police officer immediately made a call to Vincent Baker, Jefferson's subordinate. After answering the phone, Vincent hung up the phone and returned to the monitoring room hurriedly. "Boss, I have thought of all ways I can think of, but that b*stard just doesn't say anything," Vincent reported.

Jefferson raised his eyebrows and questioned impatiently, "Why are you still sitting here and interrogating him since he's not saying a word? Is your time so unworthy?"

Vincent felt wronged and fell silent.

"All of you stay here and watch me. Learn something from me so that you won't be unable to do anything without me in the future," Jefferson added again.

He turned and walked to the interrogation room. Needless to say, the way he entered the room was different from other police officers. He kicked the door open. As soon as he entered, Lewis, who was sitting in the interrogation room, raised his head.

Jefferson threw the folder onto the table and commanded, "Say it."

Surprisingly, Lewis answered, "Captain Hefner, what do you want me to say?"

"Tell me your name and gender," Jefferson said.

Lewis retorted, "You don't even know my name, yet you still arrested me? Also, can't you tell my gender?"

Jefferson let out a cold sneer. "You don't want to tell, don't you?"

Lewis was silent.

He insisted not to say anything. He was waiting to see what they could do to him.

Jefferson scoffed. "You want me to find out by myself, don't you?"

Jefferson waved his hand and instructed, "Get two people to come in and take off his clothes to show me if he's a man or a woman."

Lewis yelled, "How dare you! You are invading my privacy."

"Privacy?" Jefferson lit a cigarette and took two puffs. "You're such a j*rk who disrupts social order. How dare you talk about privacy with me? It's so kind of me that I didn't ask anyone to tie you up on the tower and hang you for a few days."

"Boss." Upon receiving the order, two policemen came in.

"What are you waiting for? Take off all his clothes," Jefferson demanded. He sat on a chair and put his feet on the table, holding a cigarette in his hand. He added, "I have lots of ways to deal with you if you want to fight with me.

Lewis laughed sinisterly and replied, "Then, let's wait and see."

After smoking a cigarette and exhaling out two rings of smoke elegantly, Jefferson said slowly, "I heard that your wife is quite beautiful."

When Lewis heard Jefferson mention his wife, his countenance changed a little. Jefferson took the opportunity and said, "Vincent, leak the news and tell everyone that this little b*stard has already confessed everything for his wife."

Lewis was so agitated that he stood up and pointed at Jefferson, screaming, "How dare you!"

"Do you know my work? Do you know that there is nothing that I'm afraid to do?" Jefferson asked with a sneer as he pressed the cigarette butt on the table.

It was definitely impossible to use conventional means to deal with this kind of criminal. Therefore, it was the most appropriate for a person with Jefferson's character to deal with these people. As for how he interrogated the prisoners, the superiors only cared about the results but not the process.

In the eyes of those people who he grew up with, Jefferson's name was synonymous with a playboy in the world. They all thought that he only knew to indulge himself in pleasure and never did anything serious.

They certainly didn't know that Jefferson's name was an eyesore in the eyes of the drug trafficking group in Chatterton Town. No matter who Jefferson wanted to arrest, as long as he targeted them, they would definitely not be able to escape.

Since Jefferson came back from studying abroad and took over the anti-drug police unit of Chatter Town in less than a month, they had solved three major drug trafficking cases. Whenever his name was mentioned, the drug dealers would all gnash their teeth with hatred.

Lewis knew very well that as long as the fake news spread, those people would think that he confessed all the crimes. Those people couldn't do anything to him since he was in prison, but his wife and children at home...

Thinking of this, Lewis lost all his confidence. "Lewis Black, male, thirty-five years old."

"If you had been so obedient, everything would have been fine. I don't want to waste my breath. Tell me everything you know," Jefferson said with a smile, but it did not reach his eyes at all.

Lewis responded, "Everything I know, you know it too."

"You still don't want to tell the truth, don't you?"


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