Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Funeral

There was a funeral at Westburgh Cemetery.

Jean Eyer was dressed in black and stood quietly among the crowd as her late father’s friends came to her to express their condolences.

Someone said in a low tone, “My condolences, Ms. Eyer.”

Jean wiped her tears and thanked the mourner.

A month ago, Eyer Group wound up and shuttered. Furthermore, her father suffered a heart attack and passed away.

In an instant, the once prominent Eyer family was gone.

Despite her family’s downfall, people still mourned her loss and did not dare to look down on her.

It was because she was not only the daughter of the Eyer family but the wife of a man who conquered the business world and was feared by all. He was the revered president of Royden Group, Edgar Royden.

The funeral proceeded until noon, but Edgar still did not show up. When the funeral was about to end, an inconspicuous Bentley traveled into the cemetery.

the passenger door. Edgar stepped out of the car dressed in a pressed tailored

him two years ago. It was ironic that she

all the mourners brought flowers

sultry woman in a short red dress came out of his car and held his

he looked at her. He unfurled her fingers from his arm and said, “Wait for me in the

tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

was akin to a hard slap on Jean’s

That woman not only disrespected Jean’s father by wearing red, but

maintain her usual composure. Meanwhile, Edgar walked onto

turned to meet her gaze. Edgar stood at five feet nine inches tall and looked down at her intimidatingly. “What’s wrong? Have you turned

you want?” Jean sensed that he did not come here with

the snow and wind outside the hall. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to pay my respect to

to look down at

long hair had reached her waist. Edgar could not deny that she had grown even more alluring than two years ago. If she was not his enemy’s daughter, perhaps

they would never marry each

married her solely to seek revenge

“Everyone, leave us.”

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