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

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

presented it carefully to Pablo, “Uncle Collins, I mean, Uncle Pablo, her hair is inside.

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

got what I needed. I’ll be going

you need Ziana’s hair? How will it help

does,” Pablo replied with a strange smile. “But

his lips, hesitating.

worry. I will help you get her

do I need to

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

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

well let

you mean?” Edison was puzzled.

in Edison’s ear. As he pulled back, he raised

breath, his eyes resolute.

and sauntered out of the

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

and left the

swing. He had made up an excuse to come out, and Winifred was still in the changing room.

he ran into Winifred, who was hurrying to

upon seeing him, her

“Didn’t you say you were going out for some fresh air? Why

spoke, her eyes darted around

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

Winifred sounded only half-convinced. “Are you here to

his head to look at

his gaze, but the jealousy and suspicion in her

hadn’t forgotten that when Boris had kicked her into the swimming pool earlier, Edison had still been

had said he was going to change his clothes, but in the

remember? You promised my father that you’d marry me. If you dare to break your promise, you’ll get nothing in the

But if you don’t provoke her,