Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 18 A Toast to You

Dressed in haute couture, Gigi stood behind Jean with a few women in similar clothing.

She looked astonished as if she had seen something that shouldn’t be there.

Jean wasn’t expecting to see her there.

Other than her frenemies, Gigi was accompanied by an unexpected person.

He was Edgar’s friend, Nathan Knox.

In her two years of marriage with Edgar, Jean only met him a few times. As a result, she wasn’t familiar with him.

Nathan frowned as he looked at Jean in her slip-dress. He hesitated.

“Jean, are you… working here?”

He spoke carefully, but Jean felt a piercing pain in her heart.

It was true that Jean Eyer of the Eyer Group had lost her position and ended up in such a place.

And who should I thank for this?

Jean kept quiet. Nathan took her silence as a yes. His heart sank as he stepped between her and the man.

“Does Edgar know that you’re here?”

“Mr. Knox, I’m no longer married to him. Am I supposed to report my daily routine to my ex-husband?”

gossip of the

could say another word, Gigi

do you need? I can lend it to you. If you work in this type

do not condone unscrupulous business here. What do you mean by

The manager interrupted.

in trouble for spreading the word that she

Jean laughed.

because you recommended it to me

reveal the

Gigi’s friends exchanged looks.

Ms. Eyer is working here, shall we

let the opportunity

Lylah, isn’t it first come, first served? You know what’s

of taking Cindy away from you. What if we call for her

unreadable expression flitted across the women’s

grinning from ear to

wonder you are all Ms. Reece’s friends! Very

didn’t expect them to treat Jean that way. She looked

knew that they were humiliating

Don’t regret it when things turn out badly!” Nathan choked on his words. “Jean, you’ve let

looked at her

left the place. She had achieved her aim—to make everyone surrounding Edgar

her caring act and looked at Jean

at a time? Take your time and think about it. Oh, maybe you can’t. Customers are king. Am I right, Mr.

loud. He eyed Jean,