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.

until noon, but Edgar still did not show up. When the funeral was about to end, an inconspicuous Bentley

got out and opened the passenger door. Edgar stepped out of the car dressed in a pressed tailored suit and shiny polished leather shoes. He had a handsome face with well-formed facial

ago. It was ironic that

all the mourners brought flowers

What was even more shocking was that a sultry woman in a short red dress came out of his car and held his arm. "Do I have to

her fingers

stood on tiptoes to kiss his

to a hard slap on Jean's

father's funeral. That woman not only disrespected Jean's father by wearing red, but she also kissed Jean's

clenched her fists and struggled to maintain her usual composure. Meanwhile, Edgar walked onto the

and looked down at her intimidatingly. "What's wrong? Have you turned mute in the past two

do you want?" Jean sensed that he did not come here with good

Edgar's gaze turned cold. They seemed chillier than the snow and wind outside

continued to look down at

Edgar could not deny that she had grown even more alluring than two years ago. If she was not his enemy's daughter, perhaps they would have a happy

never

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