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 took his phone, staring

to have remembered something, and he jumped to his feet and stormed out of the restaurant. “Hey, Mr.

go on.” Nathan chased

“Looking for her.”

roared in the sky,

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

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

Edgar rubbed his temples.

was supposed to forget

Eyer’s death anniversary; the same day the Eyer Group went into liquidation. It also marked the day when he called for the

to a

held a black umbrella in his hand and went up

right mind would burn joss papers in

a woman standing coldly

I am

“Dad, I’m sorry.”

“Dad… I miss you.”

at Gary’s tombstone

felt like hours, an umbrella came

don’t deserve to be here,

He put the umbrella in her hand and turned

refused to accept his gesture and tossed it

‘Clap!’

accompanied by the

splashing on their bodies as both planted their feet in

moved away from the tombstone, and she

cab at this hour,

shook off his hand, and the injured wrist started twinging

represent Ben’s team with a fever? You’ve fallen far behind in the numbers, at this rate, you’re not

continued as he followed

the slippery stairs and then roared disgruntledly, “Can you stop lecturing me? You’re in no place to tell me what to do! If it weren’t for you,

know,” he continued down the stairs, eyes filled with an enigmatic void. “but it doesn’t matter how much you hate me, you must live,

of his words instantly muted Jean like a