The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

The person on the other end of the line said something, and Edison’s expression grew stern.

He scanned his surroundings to ensure he was alone before lowering his voice. “Are you in Wesbruck? Where are you? I’ll come to find you now.”

30 minutes later, Edison returned to his palace.

As he entered the living room, he spotted a man in a suit and leather shoes sitting on the sofa.

The man, who had his back to Edison, was preened. Upon hearing Edison’s entrance, he turned his head and flashed a smile.

Edison studied him.

The man had a slender face, piercing eyes, and a straight nose. He appeared to be in his fifties but was well-preserved, with nary a wrinkle on his face.

More than a decade had passed, yet it seemed as though nothing had changed.

“It’s been so long. Don’t tell me you don’t recognize me?” The man’s voice was calm and composed, his eagle-like eyes shining bright.

Edison returned the smile. “Uncle Collins.”

“Who is Uncle Collins?” The man shook his head. “My name is Pablo Davidson now. I’m the owner of Davidson Construction. From now on, you can call me Uncle Pablo.”

Edison was taken aback for a moment before a knowing smile spread across his lips. “So, Davidson Construction belongs to you.’

He had rescued Ziana five years ago, and in return, the Scott family had thrown their support behind him in Wesbruck, engaging in extensive cooperation with him.

These cooperative companies had generated substantial GDP, allowing him to hold his head high within the Western Royalty.

Among them stood Davidson Construction, a towering company that rivaled none other than the Scott family’s industries.

The mere mention of its name evoked awe and admiration. The reason for this was simple. He had never met the owner of the company, yet the man had chosen to cooperate with them.

Even when faced with more attractive offers from the other royal family themselves, Davidson Construction turned them down without hesitation.

Edison remembered how he had longed to meet Davidson Construction’s boss many times before, but each time he tried, the man would prevaricate with various excuses.

understood

a few times before asking

Edison, who was thinking about the same thing, quickly took out a wad of tissues from his pocket. He presented it carefully to Pablo, “Uncle Collins, I

nodded, took the wad of tissues, and placed it in his pocket. He then stood

got what I needed.

hair? How will it help me? Does this have anything

Pablo replied with a strange smile. “But I

his lips,

shoulder. “Don’t worry. I will help

do I need to do?”

paused for a moment, deep in thought. “There is something you could try.

you catch what happened at the banquet today?” Edison’s stunning face took on a look of irritation at the mention of Boris.

Might as well let him help you one more time before he kicks the bucket.”

mean?”

and whispered something in Edison’s ear. As he pulled back, he raised an eyebrow. “Can it be

deep breath, his eyes resolute.

his hand and sauntered

for a while before making

in order, Edison washed his face and left the palace

made up an excuse to come out, and Winifred was still

after leaving the palace, he ran into

she exclaimed upon seeing him, her

were going out for some

around as if searching for someone.

furtive movements and sneered inwardly. “I had something to

only half-convinced. “Are you here to

look at

spine at his gaze, but

that when Boris had kicked her into the swimming pool earlier, Edison had still been thinking about Ziana.

had said he was going to change his clothes, but in the blink of an eye he had vanished, only

my father that you’d marry me. If you dare to break

if you don’t provoke her, do I need to