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.

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

was pushed back to his seat,

to have remembered something, and he jumped to his feet and stormed out of the restaurant. “Hey, Mr.

please go on.” Nathan

“Looking for her.”

roared in the sky,

he could not take the wheels. All he

go any faster than this, it’s too dangerous to speed

Edgar rubbed his temples.

thought he was supposed

Eyer’s death anniversary; the same day the Eyer Group went into liquidation. It also marked the day when

came to a halt

his hand and went up the

mind would burn

a woman standing coldly before a tombstone. Tear marks could be seen on

I am

“Dad, I’m sorry.”

“Dad… I miss you.”

down at Gary’s tombstone for a long while and could not

felt like hours, an umbrella

around and yelped, “You don’t deserve to

silent. He put the umbrella in her hand and turned around

to accept his gesture and tossed it

‘Clap!’

by the

bodies as both planted

moved away from the tombstone, and she noticed Edgar had not moved an inch, looking away in

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

She shook off his hand, and the injured wrist started twinging

days. Are you planning to represent Ben’s team with a fever? You’ve fallen far behind in the numbers, at

as he followed

stepped onto the slippery stairs and then roared disgruntledly, “Can you stop lecturing me? You’re in no place to tell me what

void. “but it doesn’t matter how much you hate me, you must live, or you will never get your