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

few times before

tissues from his pocket. He presented it carefully to

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

I needed. I’ll

Edison stopped him nervously. “Why do you need Ziana’s hair? How will it help me? Does this have anything to do with

it does,” Pablo replied with a strange smile. “But I can’t tell you

his

“Don’t worry.

do I need to do?”

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

flaws. Did you catch what happened at the banquet today?”

real fool. Might as well let him help you one more time before

you mean?” Edison

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

deep breath, his eyes resolute. “I’ll make

waved his hand and sauntered out of the palace.

a while before making a call. “Prepare something for me.”

order, Edison washed his face and left the palace to

made up an excuse to

leaving the palace, he ran into Winifred, who was hurrying to find him.

seeing him, her eyes lighting

grabbed his arm. “Didn’t you say you were going out for

eyes darted around as if searching for someone.

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

only half-convinced. “Are you

head to look at her but said

at his gaze, but the jealousy and suspicion in her

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

his clothes, but in the blink of an eye he had vanished, only to reappear here.

You promised my father that you’d marry me.

sneered, “Yes, I came to see Ziana. But if you don’t provoke her,