Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 171 Revenge

Her words made Edgar feel a pang of pain. There was a wave of emotions clashing at each other deep in his eyes, something that Jean noticed.

But she did not care. She leaned against the door, seemingly trying to get as far away from him as possible. She was adamant not to talk anything about forgiving, at least not until Edgar died anyway. So, everything that Edgar did was in vain. She did not care.

“Sure, you’re right.” There was a tinge of exhaustion in his voice. He turned his head away only to see Gigi running at the car from the house.

He ordered the driver to start the car with a frown. Then left the car alone. Meanwhile, Jean did not move a muscle, and when the car had been driven far enough, she planted her head in between her arms.

What was supposed to be a good day somehow felt quite upsetting – and she did not know why. “Miss Eyer, shall I drop you off at Mr. Royden’s villa?”

Jean kept mum. Where else could she go?

…

Meanwhile, Nathan received a call from Edgar, and by the time he arrived at the Reeces’ to pick him up, he could immediately tell that Edgar was not in a good mood. “You stayed here all night?”

Nathan was surprised, as he thought it had never happened. Edgar rubbed his temples, “Sam thinks I am behind the accident involving the Jacksons.”

“What?” Nathan almost broke into a fit of laughter, “Your soon-to-be father-in-law is quite a funny man. Why would you do that? Unless you’re out of your mind.”

Edgar continued massaging his head. Humans and their greed… That’s why he gets fooled by mere words. Jean took advantage of Sam’s greed and convinced him to turn against Edgar without much effort.

“I suppose losing the support of the Reece’s Group doesn’t hurt the Roydens that much, only that it really damages your reputation,” Nathan lowered his voice, “then what are you going to do to salvage the situation? Organize a wedding reception?”

“Nah.” Edgar rejected the idea without much consideration. Winnie mentioned about this earlier at the Reece’s residence, but Edgar deflected the topic.

“Because of Jean?” Nathan was not afraid to make a bold assumption. Edgar gradually shut his eyes and did not respond. Nathan tutted at him and slammed on the gas as they raced across town towards the dinner venue.

Halfway through dinner, Edgar received a call from Susan. “Sir, Miss Eyer hasn’t been home until now. Do you think she’s okay?”

“Don’t worry about her.” Edgar was starting to lose his patience. This was when he realized that his emotions had been fluctuating based on what that woman had done.

I must be out of my mind. Just like what Jean said – he had nothing to do with her, alive or dead! “Mr. Royden, I’d like to propose another toast to you.” Another man rose to his feet.

He had drunk not fewer than ten glasses of wine tonight. It was not as strong as spirits, but Edgar would normally politely refuse a toast as such. But he would accept all the toasts tonight, and it was clear that he was trying to numb himself with alcohol.

grabbed the glass from his hand in a timely manner. “Let me drink

how much Edgar could drink. Edgar was pushed back to his seat, and he took his phone, staring at the time and date for a

something, and he jumped to his feet and stormed out of

on him, please go on.” Nathan

“Looking for her.”

sky,

to drink, so he could not take the wheels. All he could do was to tell the driver to

can’t go any faster than this, it’s too dangerous

Edgar rubbed his temples.

he was supposed to

death anniversary; the same day the Eyer Group went into liquidation. It also

came to a halt outside

held a black umbrella in his hand and

mind would burn joss

scanned the area briefly and found a woman standing coldly before a tombstone. Tear marks could be seen on

am

“Dad, I’m sorry.”

“Dad… I miss you.”

emotions. She stared down at Gary’s tombstone for

what felt like hours, an umbrella

turned around and yelped, “You don’t deserve to be

the umbrella in

refused to accept his gesture and tossed

‘Clap!’

the sky, accompanied by the

on their bodies as both planted their feet in

were starting to numb when she slowly moved away from the tombstone, and

won’t get a cab at this hour, are you planning

She shook off his hand, and the injured

Are you planning to represent Ben’s team with a fever? You’ve fallen far behind

he followed closely

disgruntledly, “Can you stop lecturing me? You’re in no place to tell me what

enigmatic void. “but it doesn’t matter