Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 50

Chapter 50 If You Could, You Would Have Killed Me.

From the living room, came Sam Reece’s stern voice, “Who does that Royden man thinks he is? Do you believe my kid is a nasty person?”

Gigi instantly grabbed a portion of Jean’s clothing and said, “My dad listens to you very well. Please, help me convince him!”

When Winnie Campbell considered the situation involving the Eyer family, she became terrified. Jean might find her.

She must protect the Reece family. Both father and daughter!

“Forget it, I’ll go find him!” said Gigi.

Winnie quickly grabbed her and said, “Mr. Royden must be furious right now that the situation is in the news. In my opinion, you shouldn’t go there in case reporters stop you.”

Winnie was being considerate, and providing advice made Gigi hate her less.

“Then what should I do?”

Winnie smiled and whispered to her ear.

She may let Gigi clean up instead of doing it herself.

Gigi gritted her teeth. “I see!”

After Winnie left, Gigi dialed to Dumont’s contact. “Is the matter done?”

There was a very unfamiliar voice over there.

“Miss Reece, this is the end of your business with Mr. Wilson.”

“Who are you?”

Gigi stood up abruptly.

not make this call again, and my name is Mr. Garner. There won’t be any more Mr. Wilson in the future.” After saying this, Zane

phone

younger man stepped forward behind him.

a man unconscious on board silently drifted in the

long, let’s go back. Draco and Royden might think we’re up to

slumped on the carpet. A

What now?!

be that Edgar found

Half an hour later.

reported, “I have contacted the media on major websites. They will immediately remove all relevant headlines. By the way, those photos taken in the hotel were released by Jean

then carefully stated, “Those photos

and

only to have her bite the

Very well then.

now?” said Edgar. His tone was brimmed

“At Watergate Apartment.”

Miles reported truthfully.

had half a mind to hang Jean to a tree

Building nine. Watergate

gloves, wiping traces of oil paint in a room. The entire floor of the apartment was

now, Monica Weller didn’t blame her for being late. She asked her to clean up the place. She