Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 155 Aren’t You Worried That I’ll Poison You?

At that moment, her words pierced Ben’s heart. “Just leave. There’s no way you can help me.” Jean’s voice was filled with coldness. Forcing himself to remain rational, Ben stared at her for quite some while before standing up slowly and humming in response.

After that, he left the office resolutely. With her head lowered, Jean was depressed and did not dare to watch him leave.

When Edgar returned, she shot a fierce glare at him and snarled, “Are you happy now? Go and revoke your unreasonable request from the auto racing committee immediately and ask them to give Ben a fair chance, or I’ll expose your deeds to the media!”

Edgar curled his lips frostily and stared fixedly at Jean. Jean was highly strung, but Edgar’s half smile made her even more flustered. It was as if she would never be able to defeat him.

At once, Jean was overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of frustration as she felt like Edgar had her wrapped around his finger. “Also, I’ll never enter Royden Group. I don’t wish to see your face every day!”

With that, Jean walked away directly. She just couldn’t accept Edgar to be in all parts of her life! Moments later, Miles knocked on the door. “Mr. Royden, your video conference is about to start soon.”

Only then did Edgar retract his gaze and focus on the laptop screen, Jean wandered along the street for a while before heading back to her apartment, but she was informed that her rental agreement was ended, and all her belongings were sent to a new address, that was Edgar’s villa.

The landlord even gleefully attempted to glean information from Jean. “Did you find a rich boyfriend? I saw many suit-clad men come to help you move yesterday. They look so cool!”

Jean merely denied the landlord’s speculation and strode away hurriedly.

When she returned to the villa, Susan was occupied in the kitchen while Gigi was nowhere to be seen. Her new room was ready with all her belongings placed in it. The room was right next to the master bedroom.

At once, Jean was driven up the wall.

She was so infuriated that she dashed to the kitchen and blurted, “Susan, I’ll prepare dinner tonight.”

Susan, who was preparing the ingredients, was startled to hear that. “Please let me help you then.”

Jean shook her head. “It’s okay, I can manage it on my own. Go and get some rest.”

She planned to give Edgar a huge ‘surprise’ so that he knew she was not a pushover.

but Edgar had commanded her to allow Jean to do whatever she wanted

over the apron from Susan, the picture that was

woman in the picture, who kept short hair, resembled Susan in appearance. Could that woman be Susan at her

the matter while putting on the

…

Gigi was complaining non-stop. “Why do I have to put up with this? God knows how Jean bewitched Edgar that he is

she listened to

good care of

aware of that, but she couldn’t help freaking out at the thought of Jean’s words

even properly hold the bowl Winnie passed to her, causing the bowl to shatter on the ground, and the food spilled

careful? How can you let go of the bowl before I hold it properly? Even the servants at home can do things better

as her stepmother. Instead, she treated her like a servant and

through Winnie’s eyes but

and mumbled, “I’ll clear it

to Gigi and talked to her about

birth to your child. If you manage to get the role of the

the mention of making

the Royden family, she didn’t want to give

me in the movie?” Gigi mumbled sulkily while looking at her slightly

she doubted if she had become

as you perform well, I think it should be fine. Do you remember Director Lee gave you hints several times last time? I’m sure

dinner appointment is that? Do

so she was well aware of what could possibly happen at a social

wouldn’t care if

control, the consequences would be dire when Edgar found out about

of your business. My dad stayed out again these few days, didn’t he? You can’t even keep an eye on your own man. Who are you to meddle with my affair?” Gigi scowled and

a message from Susan while he was on the