Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 171

Chapter 171 Revenge

Her words made Edgar feel a pang of pain. There was a wave of emotions clashing at each other deep in his eyes, something that Jean noticed.

But she did not care. She leaned against the door, seemingly trying to get as far away from him as possible. She was adamant not to talk anything about forgiving, at least not until Edgar died anyway. So, everything that Edgar did was in vain. She did not care.

“Sure, you’re right.” There was a tinge of exhaustion in his voice. He turned his head away only to see Gigi running at the car from the house.

He ordered the driver to start the car with a frown. Then left the car alone. Meanwhile, Jean did not move a muscle, and when the car had been driven far enough, she planted her head in between her arms.

What was supposed to be a good day somehow felt quite upsetting – and she did not know why. “Miss Eyer, shall I drop you off at Mr. Royden’s villa?” Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Jean kept mum. Where else could she go?

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Meanwhile, Nathan received a call from Edgar, and by the time he arrived at the Reeces’ to pick him up, he could immediately tell that Edgar was not in a good mood. “You stayed here all night?”

Nathan was surprised, as he thought it had never happened. Edgar rubbed his temples, “Sam thinks I am behind the accident involving the Jacksons.”

“What?” Nathan almost broke into a fit of laughter, “Your soon-to-be father-in-law is quite a funny man. Why would you do that? Unless you’re out of your mind.”

Edgar continued massaging his head. Humans and their greed… That’s why he gets fooled by mere words. Jean took advantage of Sam’s greed and convinced him to turn against Edgar without much effort.

“I suppose losing the support of the Reece’s Group doesn’t hurt the Roydens that much, only that it really damages your reputation,” Nathan lowered his voice, “then what are you going to do to salvage the situation? Organize a wedding reception?”

“Nah.” Edgar rejected the idea without much consideration. Winnie mentioned about this earlier at the Reece’s residence, but Edgar deflected the topic.

“Because of Jean?” Nathan was not afraid to make a bold assumption. Edgar gradually shut his eyes and did not respond. Nathan tutted at him and slammed on the gas as they raced across town towards the dinner venue.

Halfway through dinner, Edgar received a call from Susan. “Sir, Miss Eyer hasn’t been home until now. Do you think she’s okay?”

“Don’t worry about her.” Edgar was starting to lose his patience. This was when he realized that his emotions had been fluctuating based on what that woman had done.

I must be out of my mind. Just like what Jean said – he had nothing to do with her, alive or dead! “Mr. Royden, I’d like to propose another toast to you.” Another man rose to his feet.

He had drunk not fewer than ten glasses of wine tonight. It was not as strong as spirits, but Edgar would normally politely refuse a toast as such. But he would accept all the toasts tonight, and it was clear that he was trying to numb himself with alcohol.

“Enough, Edgar.” Nathan grabbed the glass from his hand in a timely manner. “Let me drink this on your behalf.”

pushed back to his seat, and he

his feet and stormed out of

me check on him, please go on.” Nathan chased after

“Looking for her.”

roared in the sky, and rain

too much to drink, so he could not take the wheels. All he could do

can’t go any faster than this, it’s too dangerous to

Edgar rubbed his temples.

was supposed to forget what today

same day the Eyer Group went into liquidation. It also marked the day when

came to a halt

black umbrella in his hand and went up the narrow

in their right mind would burn joss

the area briefly and found a woman standing coldly before a tombstone. Tear marks could be seen on

I am

“Dad, I’m sorry.”

“Dad… I miss you.”

never one to reveal her sad emotions. She stared down at

like hours, an umbrella came

turned around and yelped, “You don’t deserve to be here,

stay silent. He put the umbrella in her

his gesture and tossed it

‘Clap!’

by the

bodies as both planted their feet

moved away from the tombstone, and she

this hour,

off his hand, and the injured wrist started

planning to represent Ben’s team with a fever? You’ve

continued as he

“Can you stop lecturing me? You’re in no place to tell me what to do! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have ended up in

stairs, eyes filled with an enigmatic void. “but it doesn’t matter how much you hate me, you must live, or you will never get

sound of his words instantly