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.

he understood why.

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

his pocket. He presented it carefully to Pablo, “Uncle Collins, I mean, Uncle Pablo, her hair is inside. Do you want to

it in his pocket. He then stood up

needed.

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

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

pursed his lips, hesitating.

patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. I will help you get her back.”

do I need to

“There is something

any flaws. Did you catch what happened at the banquet today?” Edison’s stunning

Might as well let him help you one more time before he

mean?” Edison was puzzled.

ear. As he pulled back, he raised an eyebrow. “Can

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

sauntered out of the palace.

sat in his chair for a while before

was in order, Edison washed his face and left

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

long after leaving the palace, he ran into Winifred, who was

upon seeing him, her eyes

to him and grabbed his arm. “Didn’t you say you were going out for some fresh air? Why did you come here? This is practically

her eyes darted around as if searching for someone.

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

Winifred sounded only half-convinced. “Are

his head to look at

down her spine at his gaze, but the jealousy and suspicion in her heart only grew stronger.

into the swimming pool earlier, Edison had still been thinking about Ziana.

going to change his clothes, but in the blink of an eye he had vanished, only to

my father that you’d marry

I came to see Ziana. But if you