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 why.

anymore. He sized Edison up a few times before asking directly, “What

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 mean, Uncle

of tissues, and placed it in

needed. I’ll be

stopped him nervously. “Why do you need Ziana’s hair? How will it help

strange smile.

pursed his lips,

him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. I will help

need to do?”

moment, deep in thought. “There is something you could

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

did. He seems like a real fool. Might as well let him help you one more time before he kicks

do you mean?” Edison was

in and whispered something in Edison’s ear. As he pulled back, he

his eyes resolute.

hand and sauntered out

a while before making a call. “Prepare something

washed his face and left the

had made up an excuse to come out, and Winifred

not long after leaving the palace, he ran into Winifred,

her eyes

you say you were going out for

eyes darted around as if

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

half-convinced. “Are you

look at her but said

spine at his gaze, but

kicked her into the swimming pool

in the blink of an eye he had vanished, only

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

But if you