Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 162

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.

Soon, Susan came to work and saw Jean Eyer in the living room. She shook her head helplessly before turning around to lock the door and put the key in her pocket.

These are instructions from Mr.

teeth, “Susan, I want to

moment but quickly nodded. “Alright.

as Jean Eyer had the appetite, she should get

sort of approach when he clearly wanted her to stay by

that night was filled with a

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

wrong, Ms. Eyer?” Susan immediately gave her a cup of hot water. She helped Jean Eyer sit down when she saw Jean

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

up?” Susan was

going up to sleep. I won’t be eating.” Jean Eyer made her way up the stairs

and immediately sent a text message to Edgar

sitting in a booth at a bar while listening

lifted his eyes to look at the contents on his cellphone. His brows

nosily. He saw the words on the screen and said, “Could it be

momentarily surprised.Contents belong to

“No appetite, nausea, feeling alright in the morning but not feeling well at night, this sounds like the symptoms

clenched his cellphone

possible she’s

Jean Eyer would do anything to escape from

fifty million to threaten her, and she was

was slightly tipsy and

head.

Edgar Royden beside him was

Jean Eyer had already slept. The man saw the lavish dinner on the table

was unlike Jean Eyer’s personality

that she was

up the stairs slowly. He tried opening her bedroom door but found it to be locked from

bridge of his nose. The precautions she took against him were

Nathan Knox said, he immediately turned and went into his

Eyer was surrounded by two doctors once she

held her down

in a small voice at the back. “Ms. Eyer, you weren’t feeling well last night. After Mr.

like I have any infectious disease. Did he really need to make a mountain out of

her hands and struggled before