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

about work anymore. He sized Edison up a few times before asking directly, “What about the things I

He presented it carefully to Pablo, “Uncle Collins, I mean, Uncle Pablo,

it

I needed. I’ll

will it help me? Does this

does,” Pablo replied with a strange

pursed his lips, hesitating.

shoulder. “Don’t worry. I

do I need to do?”

in thought. “There is something you could try. Have

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

chuckled. “I did. He seems like a real fool. Might as well let him

do you mean?”

Edison’s ear. As he pulled back, he raised an eyebrow. “Can it be done?”

a deep breath, his eyes

hand and sauntered out of

chair for a while before making a call. “Prepare

order, Edison washed his face and

had made up an excuse to come

leaving the palace, he ran into Winifred, who

exclaimed upon seeing him, her

“Didn’t you say you were going out for some fresh air? Why did you come here? This is practically your

around as if searching for

her furtive movements and sneered inwardly. “I had something to take care

Winifred sounded only half-convinced. “Are

look

at his gaze, but the jealousy and suspicion in

had kicked her into the swimming pool earlier,

clothes, but in the blink of an eye he had vanished,

Ziana?” Winifred finally asked. “We’re getting engaged, remember? You promised my father that you’d marry me. If you dare to break your promise, you’ll get nothing

see Ziana. But if you