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.

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

The phone number was seared into her heart ages ago. She wouldn’t be able to forget it

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

men in black suits stood before Jean with umbrellas, blocking

them, observing the black car stopped at the roadside. “Mr. Royden is so gracious to invite me on the car in such

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

the cigarette in his hand. “It hasn’t been long

don’t need to act in this way. You’re supposed to loathe me just as much as Gigi does. I’ve lost more than

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

she could respond, a large force pulled her back. She raised her head and met Edgar’s

at her wordlessly. Even his breath that fell on her face seemed cold. A cold sweat broke out on her back. She tried to break

reached for the zipper on her clothes without pausing. Jean

me pay. Is that all you can take? What’s the point in

stinging. “I can make you disappear in Yorktown with just a word. Just stop this meaningless struggle, Jean.

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

car was palpable. Their breaths

the hotel, and now you are stripping my clothes. Are you deprived of women, Mr. Royden?

glanced at her alluring collarbone and