Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 296 A Narrow Escape from Death

His voice was deep and he was wearing a hat, so Jean could not see his face clearly. But his voice alone induced a menacing chill. Just as Jean nodded and answered yes, she was hit from behind. She passed out.

After sometime later, she finally regained consciousness and opened her eyes. She could feel herself being tied up to firewood with a rope.

The place she was at was dark. But she could still see faintly that it was a store room. There were voices of people talking outside the room. “Are you sure it is her? Don’t get the wrong person and hurt someone innocent.”

“I won’t be wrong. Little Tiggy called her madam at the back of the school. She must be Edgar Royden’s fiancée, and that person’s daughter. I’ve waited so many years to get my revenge. I must burn her to death, and avenge Pascal!”

“So many years have passed since. Why don’t we forget about it? After all, Mr. Royden has helped us a lot over all these years.” The more Jean listened to their conversation, the more confused she was.

She moved her legs slightly. The branches under her rustled, catching the attention of the men outside the door. “Is she awake?”

He entered the room, and took off his hat. Jean could see half of his face under the dim moonlight. It was covered with scars. It looked scary. Jean was so frightened that she could not speak.

The man had a beard too. He looked like a messenger from hell when he smiled. He lowered his head and poked at the burning firewood. He spoke slowly, “Don’t worry, you will lose your senses soon after the fire starts burning.”

Jean immediately shouted, “Let go of me! You murderer!” “Murderer?”

The man’s eyes widened. “You are paying your father’s debt. You should place the blame on your father. He has committed too many evil deeds, and as his daughter you need to take this retribution today.”

Jean shook her head hard when she saw him approaching her with a torch.

“No… Don’t come over!”

He was about to light his torch when Jean suddenly thought of their conversation just now. She shouted immediately. “I’m not Gigi! You have got the wrong person! Is the person you are looking for Sam Reece?”

The man was startled. “What?”

“I’m not Gigi Reece. I’m not Edgar Royden’s fiancée. You’ve gotten the wrong person. Let go of me.”

The man stared at her for quite some time. Suddenly, he took out the photo that she lost from his pocket and held it up. “This is yours, isn’t it?”

Jean did not know how she should answer him.

“Hah! Do you think you can still fool me? Go to hell!”

his hand and lit the

was full with dried branches,

were

she heard Mr. Jevin’s shouts. “Rambo, you have got the

rushed into the fire and carried

collapsed as soon as the two of them escaped. Flames engulfed the site, and heavy

last time when she was caught in the fire at Edgar’s house, she could at least find some water and

The fear from being tied up for so long engulfed her. She felt extremely

are you alright?” Mr. Jevin bent down

Jean dared not trust

are the villagers hiding? Why would an ordinary farmer know Sam Reece? Why did he hate Sam

for an eye. What horrible acts did Sam commit to

a deep sigh and dragged the bearded man over towards Jean. “Hurry.

you for someone else.” That

not know

hesitated for a long time before asking, “Where is

pointed at the completely

did not know how to respond. The heavens must

in the night. She suddenly thought of something. She

with widened eyes. “You stupid girl! You almost lost your life! Why are you

Jevin pulled Jean away before she could

no chance to speak at all. He kept

this place. How many times have you encountered danger?

past. Moreover, it does not concern

pulled Jean back to the hotel. “Go in. Leave first thing in the morning tomorrow and never come

to leave as soon

my father, don’t

poor old man. I don’t know anyone.” Mr.

name is Gary

Mr. Jevin knew Edgar, it would be because

standing beside Edgar’s father in that photo. So something must

are the same two people in the photo. But there’s one more man in the photo whom I don’t know who he is.” Jean took a few more steps closer to Mr. Jevin and asked solemnly,

still wanted a

the puzzle which her father had left behind. And also to find out