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.

a spam call.” She forced a smile and rejected the call without a moment

into her heart ages ago. She wouldn’t be able

She waved to Ben from afar. “There’s a taxi there. I’ll leave first!” Ben hurried out after paying up, but she

the place. At the same time, four men in black suits stood before

behind them, observing the black car stopped at the roadside. “Mr.

her feet and the warm air from the air conditioning in the

hand. “It hasn’t been long since you

energy.” Jean leaned back in her seat 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

car. “Mr. Royden, are you not here to avenge your dear wife? If not, I’m

large force pulled her back. She raised her head and met Edgar’s cold eyes. She couldn’t help

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

man reached for the zipper on her clothes without pausing. Jean struggled against him. “Let

thought you wanted to make me pay. Is that all you can take? What’s the

yet the words were stinging. “I can make you disappear in Yorktown with just

want to take revenge on you. But I haven’t thought things through. These are all

was palpable. Their breaths intermingled

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

her alluring collarbone