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.

the call without a moment of hesitation. “Let’s leave. I have things to do

up her bag and headed outside. The phone number was seared into her heart ages ago. She wouldn’t be able to forget it for the

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

standing on the steps outside the place. At the same time, four men in

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

carpet under her feet and the warm air from the air conditioning in

his hand. “It hasn’t been long since you left

smile was hollow. “You don’t need to act in this way. You’re supposed to loathe

fell heavier outside the car. “Mr. Royden, are you not here to avenge your dear wife? If not,

she could respond, a large force pulled her back. She raised her head and

breath that fell on her 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 him.

pay. Is that all you can take?

disappear in Yorktown with just a word. Just

He had always humiliated her offhandedly. “Yes, I want to take revenge on you. But I haven’t thought things

tension in the car was palpable. Their breaths

the hotel, and now you are stripping my clothes. Are you deprived of women, Mr. Royden? Does Gigi not satisfy you? Or…” she paused. “Did you fall

at her alluring collarbone and suppressed his impulse, staring at