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.

did not show up. When the funeral was about to end, an inconspicuous

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

time seeing Edgar since marrying him two years ago. It was ironic that she finally saw him again at her

all the mourners brought flowers and other

dress came out of his car and held his arm. "Do I have

unfurled her fingers from his arm and

woman smiled and stood on

was akin to a hard slap on

were now at her father's funeral. That woman not only disrespected Jean's father by wearing red, but she also kissed Jean's husband with all the mourners

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

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

sensed that he did not come

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

continued to look down

reached her waist. 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

they would never

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