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

up a few times before asking directly, “What about the things I asked

about the same thing, quickly took out a wad of tissues from his pocket. He presented it carefully to

tissues, and placed it in his pocket. He then stood

I needed. I’ll be going

Ziana’s hair? How will it help

Pablo replied with a strange smile. “But I can’t tell

his lips,

shoulder. “Don’t worry. I will help

do I need to do?” Edison

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

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

as well let him help you one more time before he kicks the

do you mean?” Edison

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

a deep breath, his eyes

and sauntered out of

his chair for a while before making a call. “Prepare

his face and left the

festivities were still in full swing. He had made up an excuse to come out, and

the palace, he ran into Winifred, who was

seeing him, her eyes lighting up with

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

around as if searching for someone.

inwardly. “I had something to take care of,” he said

Winifred sounded only half-convinced. “Are you

his head to look at her but said

felt a shiver run down her spine at his gaze, but the jealousy and suspicion in her heart only grew

forgotten that when Boris had kicked her into the swimming pool earlier, Edison had

clothes, but in the blink of an

remember? You promised my father that you’d marry me. If you dare to break your

Ziana. But if you don’t provoke her,