Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 43 Lay All the Blame on Her

When Edgar closed the door behind him, Gigi released the breath she was holding. She couldn’t hold in her delight. She didn’t make a mistake earlier. Edgar must have believed her words. He would take revenge on Jean for her.

She only needed to wait for the good news. “Gigi, why did Mr. Royden leave already? Is he mad that you attended the reception?” Linda entered the room and asked worriedly.

Edgar was a crucial backer for Gigi. If their relationship was strained, Gigi would have trouble receiving offers for brand endorsements and shows.

Gigi raised her slender wrists and blew on her wound lightly. Joy shone from her eyes. “He wouldn’t be angry at me.”

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Jean twisted off the last crab leg and finished off the meat. She leaned back in her seat and washed it down with a swig of beer. Ben, sat across the table, wasn’t surprised when she let out a burp.

“How’s the food? Is it to your liking?” he asked amusingly. Almost all the food on the table was finished by Jean.

“It’s not too bad.” With a hand under her chin, Jean pulled out a card and placed it on the table. “I feel bad for always eating at your expense. I’ll buy this meal.”

Her phone on the table vibrated. She picked it up and stared blankly at the number flashing on the screen. “Who is it?” Ben asked when she didn’t pick up the call.

She forced a smile and rejected the call without a moment of hesitation. “Let’s leave. I have

seared into her heart ages ago. She wouldn’t be able to forget

Ben from afar. “There’s a taxi there. I’ll leave first!” Ben hurried out after paying up,

four men in black suits stood before Jean with umbrellas, blocking her way like

“Mr. Royden is so gracious to invite me on the car in

leather carpet under her feet and the warm air from the air conditioning in the car. But the man next to her was an

in his hand. “It hasn’t been long since you left prison. Don’t cause trouble. If the reporters notice

her seat as well. She smiled brightly, but her smile was hollow. “You don’t need to act in this way. You’re supposed

rain fell heavier outside the car. “Mr. Royden, are you not here to avenge your dear wife? If not, I’m getting off.” She reached

raised her head and met Edgar’s cold eyes. She couldn’t help but back down at his penetrating

face seemed cold. A cold sweat broke out on her back. She tried to break

the zipper on her clothes without pausing. Jean struggled against

Is that all you can take? What’s the point in these

as ever, yet the words were stinging. “I can make you disappear in Yorktown with just a word. Just

her fists. He had always humiliated her offhandedly. “Yes, I want to take revenge on

in the car was palpable. Their breaths

now you are stripping my clothes. Are you deprived of women, Mr. Royden? Does Gigi not satisfy you? Or…”

her alluring collarbone and suppressed