Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 11 It Was You?

In the café… “This is three million in cash, I know you need the money. Once you take it, please make sure you disappear from Benny’s life, you are not the right one for him.”

The woman was none other than Ben’s mother – everything about her appearance told Jean that she was wealthy. Three million in cash, stored in a plastic bag was placed on the table in the middle of the café.

Jean stirred the cup of coffee in her hands as she let out a casual smile, “Ma’am, I believe there is a misunderstanding. My relationship with Ben isn’t what you think it is.” “Oh? Does that mean you won’t take the money?”

The woman raised her brows, “What do you mean there is a misunderstanding? You moved in together. Listen, you will take this money, whether you like it or not. If you insist on seducing Benny, you will be sorry for your actions.”

The woman made sure to foot the bill before she left, just so she could rub the insult in.

Jean barely managed to drag the bag of money, weighing just under a hundred pound, out of the café.

She scoffed at herself ironically as she had never imagined that she would be on the receiving end of an insult because of money.

At that thought, Jean gathered every strength in her body and hurled the bag into the air, making it rain notes in the middle of a busy street.

It is raining

grab the money! Don’t let

pick the money off the ground as some sized her up judgingly, “She must be out of her

the ex-wife of the CEO of Royden Group?! The one whose

need it, and she

ears, and she had

she had made Edgar look bad at Luminance Club earlier, it did not come without

remembered the smirk on Gigi’s face as she handed her a

only took a month for her to lose her place as a superstar

hurts so

note or two, and the street quickly turned into a fighting pit for money – incessant honks from cars that passed by

in front of her. There was a man sitting in the back passenger’s seat. Through the

It was Edgar.

car, then walked up to Jean steadily with his long legs, his driver following right

you, wasn’t