Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Tristan glanced at the defeated Dexter Brookes and Damian, narcissistically flicking his hair. He smiled at Tina, “Serena, I recently modified a car. You’ll definitely like it. I was thinking of bringing it over for you to try.”

“Oh?” Tina’s interest was piqued at the mention of the car. Tristan’s car modification skills were top-notch, and all the modified cars she had used before were his work. She raised an eyebrow at Tristan, “Where’s the car?”

“It’ll be here soon.” Tristan glanced smugly at Jared Farrell, not noticing the faint smile Jared hid behind his teacup.

The next second, Tristan’s phone rang. His subordinate reported nervously, “Mr. Montague, your TLJ691 was hit on the way…”

“What?!” Tristan’s eyes widened. “How bad is the damage?”

The subordinate hesitated, “It’s… it’s totaled…”

The entire car was crushed into scrap metal. How could it not be totaled?

“Who had the guts to crash my car?!” Tristan was furious. That car had cost him nearly ten million dollars to modify!

The subordinate stammered, “It was Mr. Farrell’s people. They drove a steamroller over it…”

Tristan glared at Jared Farrell, “Jared Farrell, you dare destroy the gift I prepared for Serena?!”

“You destroyed so many of my houses,” Jared Farrell said calmly, sipping his tea. “Is it too much for me to destroy one of your cars?”

He looked affectionately at Tina, who was raising an eyebrow at him. “Tina, whatever car you want, I can give you. My car modification skills are also excellent. Want to try?”

Tina almost spat out her tea. She suspected he was flirting, but she had no evidence.

Dexter Brookes and the others glared angrily at Jared Farrell, but they had all been defeated by him.

Wesley Soames cleared his throat and decided to step in. “Serena, I also prepared a gift for you.”

He took out a large square box and was about to present the exquisite bloodstone he had prepared when he felt something moving inside the box. Frowning, he opened it and found a sleepy kitten inside, which meowed softly at him.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Ah! A cat!” Wesley Soames screamed, throwing the box and jumping three feet high, almost landing in Dexter Brookes’ arms.

Tina caught the kitten in her hands. It was a cute British Shorthair with silver fur.

However, the three brothers opposite her were pale with fright.

It was quite embarrassing for a six-foot-tall man to be afraid of cats.

Wesley Soames had been traumatized as a child when he was locked in a room full of wild cats for three days and nights as a prank. He had never been able to overcome the psychological shadow it left.

But very few people knew about this…

Tina petted the kitten and looked at Jared Farrell, who was leisurely drinking tea beside her.

Dexter Brookes also sensed something was wrong. He coldly looked at Hayden Cohen, who was huddled in a corner like a quail, and asked, “How did he know in advance what gifts we were going to give?”

James Heart and the other six also turned their sharp gazes towards Hayden Cohen.

If someone hadn’t tipped him off, how could Jared Farrell have prepared antique tea sets and paintings so coincidentally and intercepted Tristan’s modified car for Tina?

And how did he know about Wesley Soames’ fear of cats, which only they knew?

Hayden Cohen looked up guiltily and gave his eight angry brothers an awkward smile.

The next second, they dragged him out to the yard.

They couldn’t fight in the living room; it would scare their future in-laws.

“Mr. Farrell, save me! Mr. Farrell!” Hayden Cohen struggled and cried out to Jared Farrell for help.

Jared Farrell just sipped his tea without looking at him.

Daring to betray him and help demolish his houses? A little punishment was necessary!

Hugo and Jennie sat on the sofa, listening to Hayden Cohen’s wails from the yard. They hesitantly asked Tina, “Shouldn’t you stop them? Is this alright?”

What exactly was happening today? They couldn’t understand.

“They know their limits.” Tina sipped her tea just like Jared Farrell, indifferent to Hayden Cohen’s screams.

Jared Farrell finished three cups of tea leisurely before taking out his phone to call Nolan Brookes, CEO of Brookes Group in the capital. “Mr. Brookes.”

Nolan Brookes sounded anxious on the other end. “Mr. Daryl, what can I do for you?”

Mr. Daryl only called for big matters!

“I’m here to lodge a complaint.” Jared Farrell chuckled lightly.

“A complaint?” Nolan Brookes was puzzled. “Who offended you?”

With Mr. Daryl’s capabilities, when would he need Nolan to step in?

“Your son,” Jared Farrell said calmly. “He and his brothers destroyed all my residences in Ensford. What do you suggest we do?”

“What?!” Nolan Brookes’ voice rose several octaves. “Those brats dared to offend you! Don’t worry; I’ll notify their fathers immediately and make sure they get skinned!”

Jared Farrell hung up the phone with satisfaction. Complaining to his wife always worked best.

As the eight men who had just brutalized Hayden Cohen walked back into the living room feeling refreshed, their phones rang almost simultaneously.

“Dad?” Dexter Brookes answered.

As soon as he spoke, Nolan Brookes’ furious roar came through, “You brat! Are you itching for a beating? How dare you demolish someone’s house! Get back here immediately! If you’re not on a plane back to the capital within half an hour, don’t blame me for sending someone to drag you back!”

Dexter Brookes was stunned, and his seven brothers seemed to be receiving similar treatment from their parents.

He looked at Jared Farrell’s smug face and understood instantly. “Jared Farrell, have you no shame? You’re an adult and you’re tattling like a child!”

Jared Farrell proudly wrapped his arm around Tina’s waist. “My fiancee taught me well.”

“Serena, are you just going to let him bully us like this?” Wesley Soames complained but stood far away from Tina’s cat.

Tina raised an eyebrow. She was enjoying the show and didn’t want to get involved. She shrugged, “You bullied my fiance first and expect me to help you?

“Eight of you lost to him alone; aren’t you embarrassed?”

Wesley Soames was speechless.

At that moment, their phones rang again furiously. Seeing their parents’ numbers, they were too scared to answer and rushed upstairs to pack their bags before storming back down and heading out.

“Don’t forget to take that piece of trash in the yard with you,” Jared Farrell called after them.

Dexter Brookes and his group paused, reluctantly looking at the barely conscious Hayden Cohen on the ground before picking him up and leaving.

With those nine troublemakers gone, the living room fell silent.

Jared Farrell took a deep breath; with those nuisances gone, even the air felt fresher.

He turned to Nathan Lehman and instructed, “Clean up the room next to Tina’s thoroughly.”

Nathan Lehman complied immediately. Without needing further instructions from Jared Farrell, he cleaned James Heart’s old room and moved Jared Farrell’s luggage in.

Once Jared Farrell settled into the room next to Tina’s as he wished, he told Nathan Lehman, “Remember to send Hayden Cohen the bill for renovating my houses.”

Nathan Lehman silently mourned for Hayden Cohen. With both physical injuries and financial losses, this would cost Young Master Cohen dearly-probably his entire year’s allowance.