Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 43 Lay All the Blame on Her

When Edgar closed the door behind him, Gigi released the breath she was holding. She couldn’t hold in her delight. She didn’t make a mistake earlier. Edgar must have believed her words. He would take revenge on Jean for her.

She only needed to wait for the good news. “Gigi, why did Mr. Royden leave already? Is he mad that you attended the reception?” Linda entered the room and asked worriedly.

Edgar was a crucial backer for Gigi. If their relationship was strained, Gigi would have trouble receiving offers for brand endorsements and shows.

Gigi raised her slender wrists and blew on her wound lightly. Joy shone from her eyes. “He wouldn’t be angry at me.”

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Jean twisted off the last crab leg and finished off the meat. She leaned back in her seat and washed it down with a swig of beer. Ben, sat across the table, wasn’t surprised when she let out a burp.

“How’s the food? Is it to your liking?” he asked amusingly. Almost all the food on the table was finished by Jean.

“It’s not too bad.” With a hand under her chin, Jean pulled out a card and placed it on the table. “I feel bad for always eating at your expense. I’ll buy this meal.”

Her phone on the table vibrated. She picked it up and stared blankly at the number flashing on the screen. “Who is it?” Ben asked when she didn’t pick up the call.

smile and rejected the call without a moment of hesitation. “Let’s leave. I have

heart ages ago. She wouldn’t be able to forget it for the rest of

waved to Ben from afar. “There’s a taxi there. I’ll leave first!” Ben hurried out

the same time, four men in black

looked behind them, observing the black car stopped at the roadside. “Mr. Royden is so gracious

and the warm air from the air conditioning in the car. But the man next to her

hand. “It hasn’t been long since you left

as well. She smiled brightly, but her smile was hollow. “You don’t need to act in this way. You’re supposed to loathe me just

here to avenge your dear wife? If not,

force pulled her back. She raised her head and met Edgar’s cold eyes.

A cold sweat broke out on her back. She tried to break free. He

reached for the zipper on her clothes

her eyes. “I thought you wanted to make me pay. Is that all you

you disappear in Yorktown with just a word. Just stop this meaningless struggle, Jean. Can’t

on you. But I haven’t thought things through. These are all just appetizers.

the car was palpable. Their breaths

the racing competition, then followed me to the hotel, and now you are stripping my clothes. Are you deprived of women, Mr. Royden?

her alluring collarbone and suppressed his impulse, staring at her