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.

rejected the call

was seared into her heart ages ago. She wouldn’t be able to forget it for the

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

the steps outside the place. At the same time, four men in black suits stood before Jean with umbrellas,

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

in the car. But the man next to her was an eyesore. “Are you here to

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

She smiled brightly, but her smile was hollow. “You don’t need to act in this way. You’re supposed to loathe me just as much as Gigi does. I’ve lost more than just a child. Could she not even

are you not here to avenge your dear wife? If not, I’m getting off.” She reached for

respond, a large force pulled her back. She raised her head and met Edgar’s cold eyes.

at her wordlessly. Even his breath that fell on her face seemed cold. A cold sweat broke out on her back.

for the zipper on her clothes without pausing. Jean struggled against him.

looked into her eyes. “I thought you wanted to make me pay. Is that all you can take? What’s the point in these meaningless small fights,

were stinging. “I can make you disappear in Yorktown with just a word. Just

humiliated her offhandedly. “Yes, I want to take revenge on you. But I haven’t thought things through. These are all just appetizers. Please be patient, Mr.

was palpable. Their breaths intermingled

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

in disarray. He glanced at her alluring collarbone and