Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 162 It’s Her Fault

As soon as Winnie Campbell’s words faded away, Andy Shaw slammed the steering wheel, and the car came to a screeching halt by the side of the road.

Winnie Campbell’s eyes widened. She was so frightened she didn’t dare utter a word. Andy Shaw smirked coldly. He looked at Winnie Campbell. “I only called you Mrs. Reece seeing as how you’re Mr. Reece’s second wife, but you’re driving a wedge between me and Mr. Royden?”

“I… I’m not.” Winnie Campbell tried to explain hurriedly. But Andy Shaw already turned his head. “Please get out of the car.”

Winnie Campbell was like a person who lifted a rock only to drop it on her own toes. She could only silently get out from the car. Once the car door shut, Andy Shaw stepped on the accelerator and sped away. Winnie Campbell cursed silently. “What bad luck.”

This was Jean Eyer’s fault. In the car, Andy Shaw took out his cellphone and dialed a number. “Check on Ben Ludwig’s racing team, and…”

Chase after Jean Eyer?

Andy Shaw’s brows raised slightly. Not long after Jean Eyer left, she was found and taken back by Edgar Royden’s bodyguards. The people from Perles had already left. Gigi Reece was also nowhere to be found.

“You want to escape after creating trouble for me?” The man sat on the couch. His eyes were gloomy and cold but veiled by flickering flames of anger.

Jean Eyer immediately shook her head to deny. “I’m not. I was being so cooperative. Remember my actions at the end.”

The next second, Edgar Royden waved her over.

Jean Eyer frowned. “Just say it where you are. I can hear you.”

“Come. Here.”

Jean Eyer was frustrated and had to take those few steps. “What I said was the truth. No matter how many times you ask, it’ll be the same.”

She’d always been stubborn and had no tears until she saw the coffin.

Edgar Royden stared at her. He said slowly, enunciating every single word. “From now until the Perles advertisement shoot is done, you have to stay here and be on-call. Otherwise, the fifty million fees for breaking the contract will be on you.”

“What?”

Jean Eyer was stunned for a moment. “What does it have to do with me? I…”

But Edgar Royden clearly stopped listening to her. He’d walked away.

in the living room. She shook her

Eyer. These are instructions from Mr.

teeth, “Susan, I want to eat lobsters tonight.

a moment but quickly nodded.

instructed that as long as Jean Eyer

couldn’t understand why he had to use this sort of approach

table that night was filled

she felt an overturning of rivers and seas in her stomach. She ran to the washroom and threw up all over the place. She rubbed

hot water. She

aroma of the dishes. “I don’t know either. Suddenly I just don’t have the appetite, and I feel like throwing

was astonished for

I won’t be eating.” Jean

saw her figure disappear and immediately sent a text message to Edgar

booth at a bar while listening to Nathan

his eyes to look at the contents on his cellphone. His brows

saw the words on the screen and said, “Could it be

Royden was

one by one. “No appetite, nausea, feeling alright in the morning but not feeling well at night, this sounds

clenched his

doubtfully. “Is it possible she’s playing some

that Jean Eyer would do anything to escape from

used fifty million to threaten her, and she was putting on a show

table, Nathan Knox was slightly tipsy and mumbled, “What if

shook his head. “Forget it. Let’s

Edgar Royden beside him

rushed back to the villa, Jean Eyer had already slept. The man saw the lavish dinner on the table and the

Eyer’s personality to not

believed that she was truly not

his way up the stairs slowly. He

nose. The precautions she took against him were

about what Nathan Knox said, he immediately

once she woke up. She looked at them warily, “What’s

practitioner and a general practitioner held her down and

the back. “Ms. Eyer, you weren’t feeling well last night. After Mr. Royden found out, he sent these doctors here to