Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 4 Humiliating Herself at the Club

Luminance Club was on the north side of the city and was a famous nightlife establishment. Jean rode a taxi to get there and stepped out to find herself looking up at the club's gilded sign that towered into the clouds.

However, she had just taken a few steps when someone stopped her. "Good evening, miss. Do you have a reservation?"

The security guard saw that she looked like a person from a wealthy background and thought she looked familiar.

But her expression was dull and listless. She did not have the air of a wealthy young lady.

Jean gripped her evening clutch tightly. It was a gift from her mother and the most expensive item she had with her at the moment.

Then, she took a deep breath and spoke naturally, "I'm here to see Edgar Royden, the president of Royden Group."

Edgar's name could easily cause a stir anywhere in Westburgh. Thus, the waiter assumed she was someone of importance to Edgar and did not dare to delay.

"Yes, miss. Please wait for a moment."

waiter reappeared ten minutes

when he came in that he would not

cold night, and Jean was dressed thinly. One could not help but

Her delicate collarbone seemed more prominent than before,

was within her

knew it would not be easy to

her to make her bow down

Group and was once beloved and envied by many. I will not give

unwell." She rushed a couple of steps forward. With her tousled hair and beautiful but sad

after you are done!" The security pitied

"Alright, thank you."

that connected to the backdoor. Passersby looked at Jean strangely as she walked, but she ignored them. She headed straight into a washroom cubicle and locked the door. Outside the cubicle, a couple of women were discussing something as they did their makeup before the mirror. "I heard there is an important guest in Peony Room. Lina would never miss something like

know who that important guest is. He's the president of Royden group and has recently divorced. It's not every day that we get such

clearly through the wall. Once they left, Jean came out of the washroom and tied her hair in a high

the tap and stared at her haggard face in the mirror. Then, she considered for a moment and