Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 1 Funeral

There was a funeral at Westburgh Cemetery.

Jean Eyer was dressed in black and stood quietly among the crowd as her late father's friends came to her to express their condolences.

Someone said in a low tone, "My condolences, Ms. Eyer."

Jean wiped her tears and thanked the mourner.

A month ago, Eyer Group wound up and shuttered. Furthermore, her father suffered a heart attack and passed away.

In an instant, the once prominent Eyer family was gone.

Despite her family's downfall, people still mourned her loss and did not dare to look down on her.

It was because she was not only the daughter of the Eyer family but the wife of a man who conquered the business world and was feared by all. He was the revered president of Royden Group, Edgar Royden.

Edgar still did not show up. When the funeral was about to end, an inconspicuous Bentley traveled into

the car dressed in a pressed tailored suit and shiny polished leather shoes. He had

marrying him two years ago. It was ironic that she finally saw him again at her father's

mourners brought flowers and other

in a short red dress came out of his

expression softened slightly as he looked at her. He unfurled her fingers from his arm and said, "Wait

smiled and stood on tiptoes

to a hard slap

Jean's father by wearing red, but she also kissed Jean's husband with all the

clenched her fists and struggled to maintain her

Edgar stood at five feet nine inches tall and looked down at her intimidatingly. "What's wrong? Have you turned mute

he did not come here with good

cold. They seemed chillier than the snow and wind outside the hall. "Isn't it obvious? I'm

continued to look down at

her waist. Edgar could not deny that she had grown even more alluring than two years ago. If she

they would never marry