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.

When the funeral was about to end, an inconspicuous

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

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

mourners brought flowers and other

even more shocking was that a sultry woman in a short red dress came

He unfurled her fingers from his arm

and stood

scene was akin to a hard slap on

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

her usual composure.

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

he did not come here with good

gaze turned cold. They seemed chillier than the snow and wind outside the hall. "Isn't it obvious? I'm here to pay my respect to my dear

look

grown even more alluring than two years ago. If she was not his

never