Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 162 It’s Her Fault

As soon as Winnie Campbell’s words faded away, Andy Shaw slammed the steering wheel, and the car came to a screeching halt by the side of the road.

Winnie Campbell’s eyes widened. She was so frightened she didn’t dare utter a word. Andy Shaw smirked coldly. He looked at Winnie Campbell. “I only called you Mrs. Reece seeing as how you’re Mr. Reece’s second wife, but you’re driving a wedge between me and Mr. Royden?”

“I… I’m not.” Winnie Campbell tried to explain hurriedly. But Andy Shaw already turned his head. “Please get out of the car.”

Winnie Campbell was like a person who lifted a rock only to drop it on her own toes. She could only silently get out from the car. Once the car door shut, Andy Shaw stepped on the accelerator and sped away. Winnie Campbell cursed silently. “What bad luck.”

This was Jean Eyer’s fault. In the car, Andy Shaw took out his cellphone and dialed a number. “Check on Ben Ludwig’s racing team, and…”

Chase after Jean Eyer?

Andy Shaw’s brows raised slightly. Not long after Jean Eyer left, she was found and taken back by Edgar Royden’s bodyguards. The people from Perles had already left. Gigi Reece was also nowhere to be found.

“You want to escape after creating trouble for me?” The man sat on the couch. His eyes were gloomy and cold but veiled by flickering flames of anger.

Jean Eyer immediately shook her head to deny. “I’m not. I was being so cooperative. Remember my actions at the end.”

The next second, Edgar Royden waved her over.

Jean Eyer frowned. “Just say it where you are. I can hear you.”

“Come. Here.”

Jean Eyer was frustrated and had to take those few steps. “What I said was the truth. No matter how many times you ask, it’ll be the same.”

She’d always been stubborn and had no tears until she saw the coffin.

Edgar Royden stared at her. He said slowly, enunciating every single word. “From now until the Perles advertisement shoot is done, you have to stay here and be on-call. Otherwise, the fifty million fees for breaking the contract will be on you.”

“What?”

Jean Eyer was stunned for a moment. “What does it have to do with me? I…”

But Edgar Royden clearly stopped listening to her. He’d walked away.

shook her head helplessly before turning around to lock the door and put

Ms. Eyer. These are instructions from Mr.

gritted teeth, “Susan, I

was startled for a moment but quickly nodded. “Alright. No

as Jean Eyer had

Susan couldn’t understand why he had to use this sort of approach when he clearly wanted her to stay by

table that night was filled with a variety of

seas in her stomach. She ran to the washroom and threw up all over the place. She rubbed her stomach with a confused expression. Delicacies of every

cup of hot water. She helped

the dishes. “I don’t know either. Suddenly I just don’t have the appetite, and I feel like throwing

was astonished for

be eating.” Jean Eyer made her way up the

saw her figure disappear and immediately sent

sitting in a booth at a bar while listening to Nathan Knox ramble

look at the contents on his

on the

Royden was

“No appetite, nausea, feeling alright in the

clenched his cellphone

frowned doubtfully. “Is it possible she’s playing some kind of game

that Jean Eyer would do anything to escape from

fifty million to threaten her, and she

the table, Nathan Knox was slightly

his head.

Royden beside him was

time Edgar Royden had rushed back to the villa, Jean Eyer had already slept. The man saw the lavish dinner on the table and

personality to

that she was truly

his way up the stairs slowly. He tried opening her

the bridge of his nose. The precautions she

he immediately turned and went into his study

doctors once she woke up.

a general practitioner held her down and started to

the back. “Ms. Eyer, you weren’t feeling well last night. After Mr. Royden found