Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 117 I Have One Condition

The more Jean Eyer thought about it, the angrier she got. She picked up her cellphone and wanted to spread it on the Internet.

But spreading it out there without any backup would mean that the Royden Group might pass it over to their public relations department. Once the truth was out there, there was no coming back from it.

She had to put up with it. Jean Eyer took a deep breath in and looked at the maid. “What’s for lunch?”

Since she couldn’t leave, she might as well ‘enjoy’ herself. Even if she couldn’t cause a dent in Edgar Royden’s wealth, she could still relieve her anger a little.

In that period, Ben Ludwig called her a few times. Jean Eyer hadn’t thought of how to face him, so she just didn’t answer his calls.

His engagement with Ally Sans was his business. Jean Eyer had no right to interfere. She never thought that Ben Ludwig needed to explain anything to her.

In terms of relationships, she didn’t have the guts to face it anymore. She’d rather hide like an ostrich.

When she thought about it, it wasn’t so bad staying in Edgar Royden’s empty villa. At least she could save on a few days’ living expenses by having all meals there.

After two days, Edgar Royden came back from a business trip. As soon as he walked in the door, he saw a woman feasting on crabs on the couch.

A frown appeared between his eyes. He saw that the couch was filled with snacks and tidbits.

He placed his briefcase heavily on the table and made his way over. “Eating all this instead of proper meals?”

Jean Eyer chewed on the crab. “Susan said that I can eat whatever I want. Wasn’t this what you told her?”

He did in fact say that.

Edgar Royden picked her up from the couch. “Change your clothes. I have to entertain Mr. Oprah and his wife at night. You have to act this out with me.”

“I don’t have clothes.” Jean Eyer answered calmly. She smiled charmingly, “Let me go. I have clothes at home. I’ll go home and take them.”

“Ha. After leaving, will you still come back?” Edgar Royden laughed coldly and pushed Jean Eyer away with one hand. “There are clothes in the bag at the door. Mr. Oprah has a good impression of you. He also places much importance on whether his business partners have a stable married life.”

“Then you should call Gigi Reece over.” Jean Eyer’s hands were full of crab roe, and she was chomping away. Seeing him silent, she asked, “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then you’ll stay here for the rest of your life.”

His voice was unbelievably frosty and a heavy air was emanating from him.

He wasn’t kidding.

ground her teeth in anger. “I have one

“Speak.”

dress that Edgar Royden brought back. It was an elegant, stylish purple dress, and she wasn’t wearing any accessories. Her hair was tied in a simple ponytail, and there was an ethereal beauty about her when she was

with Mr. Oprah while Jean Eyer was sitting by his

time to time, she would say a few words to Mrs.

to lessen the debt by one million. It was just a

be Ms. Reece.” Mr. Oprah laughed gently.

as she cut into her

and said, “Jean Eyer just so happened to come by,

She came by?

lips moved.

acting

has gotten better? You can still be friends after your divorce?” Mr. Oprah voiced out the confusion in

word ‘divorce’ was stuck

she

after a separation.” Jean Eyer cracked a smile. She didn’t seem like she was acting. It

looked at her

of eyes was hidden many things that Jean Eyer didn’t

raising her glass. “Since our destiny together has ended, why cling on

He was unmoving.

Under the table, she bumped

head slowly and

stunned. What was

was playing along so well, but he dropped the ball

Royden said something that left her in shock. “Maybe maintaining

hearing this, there was a buzzing in Jean

anything, Edgar Royden took some food for

“Eat more.”

Mr. and Mrs. Oprah think

willing to

No matter what she said, Edgar Royden could easily depict the relationship between

Royden. We had a wonderful time,” said

she implied to Jean Eyer countless times that Jean Eyer should consider getting back together with