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.

Jean Eyer in the living room. She shook her head helplessly before turning around to lock the door and put the

sorry, Ms. Eyer. These are instructions

Eyer said through gritted teeth, “Susan, I want to eat lobsters

a moment

as Jean Eyer had the

why he had to use this sort of approach

was filled with a variety

Eyer was about to dig in when 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 her stomach with a confused expression. Delicacies of every kind were in front

Ms. Eyer?” Susan immediately gave her a cup of hot water. She helped Jean Eyer sit

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

up?” Susan was astonished for

up to sleep. I won’t be eating.” Jean Eyer made

disappear and immediately

sitting in a booth at a bar while listening to

his eyes to look at the

leaned over nosily. He saw the words on the screen and

Royden was

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

Royden clenched his cellphone

possible she’s playing some

Jean Eyer would do

her, and

one hand on the table, Nathan Knox was slightly tipsy

head. “Forget it.

Royden beside him

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

Jean Eyer’s personality to not finish all

now believed that she was truly not

up the stairs slowly. He tried opening her bedroom door but found it to be locked

pressed the bridge of his nose. The precautions

immediately turned and

was surrounded by two doctors once she woke up. She

practitioner and a general practitioner held her down and started to examine

voice at the back. “Ms. Eyer, you weren’t feeling well last night. After Mr. Royden