Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 549

Rachel stood at her spot and didn’t move.

After a while, she ground her teeth and said, “Ms. Eyer, don’t you think it’s a shame?”

Jean looked at her indifferently. “No.”

Pathetic people had hateful aspects.

She had previously pitied Xena, but in the end, she understood that perhaps some people didn’t need your pity at all.

No matter how much you said to them, they would think you were going against them.

Xena was in such a state because of the consequences of her actions.

“If I could help her, perhaps I would consider it, but now, it’s better not to interfere.” Jean looked straight at Rachel. “Let’s go. We still have a lot to do.”

Rachel nodded slowly and followed her into the elevator.

Edbert had a guardian consent form in his hands after he left Xena’s hospital room.

He sneered as he walked into the elevator.

He sent people to deal with Xena’s hospital transfer procedures early the following day.

When the police received the news and rushed over, the hospital room was empty.

“Officer Bunnings, the hospital said this was requested by Xena’s guardian. They could only make recommendations and not forcefully execute any measures.”

Officer Bunnings gritted his teeth viciously.

“There’s been no progress in Sam’s international smuggling case. Those at Royden Group are part of the suspect list. Do they even care about the law?”

The other police officers hung their heads. They didn’t dare to say anything.

“Dismissed.”

Officer Bunnings left the hospital in a fit.

When he was in the parking lot, he received a call from Edgar.

“Officer Bunnings, about Xena’s case, I can provide some leads. I don’t know if the police are willing to go through all this trouble.”

Officer Bunnings opened the car door at once.

“Where are you?”

When he arrived, he realized that Edgar wasn’t there.

Officer Bunnings ordered a drink and frowned silently. He stared at the booth at the side, and when his patience was about to be exhausted, he saw Edbert’s assistant, George, walk in.

Officer Bunnings raised his brows and shifted his gaze to where it was dim.

When Jean arrived home, dishes were abundant.

Only the two of them were eating. It was a waste to have so much food.

But she had just started muttering when the man across from her retorted, “Do you see how much I usually get to eat? If I don’t make more food, would there still be anything left for me?”

Jean went silent.

She mumbled, “Are you saying that I overeat?”

“No!”

Edgar had a great desire for survival. “I think you should have a balanced diet at this stage, as should All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

I. So, it’s no problem for me to eat the leftovers.”

“This is a win-win situation.”

Jean blinked and picked at the food. “I can leave at any time if you have any complaints.”

“No complaints!”

“Really?”

She glanced over, and the man was cool and calm. “Of course.”

“Actually, I want to eat some watermelon. Chilled watermelon.” Jean squeezed out a smile. “Is that too much to ask for?”

“No, but you have to eat your food first. Let’s talk about it after you’re done.”

Edgar gave her more food as he spoke.

As Jean was enjoying being fed, she kept thinking about chilled watermelon. An hour later, they went off to buy some watermelon.

But it was a little hard to get chilled watermelon at a time like this.

As they walked down a slope, Jean got impatient. “It’s fine. I don’t want to eat chilled watermelon anymore.”

“How can that be?”

He turned his wrist and his hand locked onto her fingertips. “You must eat chilled watermelon today.”

She was dumbstruck.

He didn’t have to be so earnest about it.

The two of them had rushed out and didn’t bring their cell phones. When they bought some watermelon and returned to Royden’s family Villa, they saw Nathan speeding into the compound.

“Are you alright?”

He stared at them. They had relaxed expressions as they held hands. They were also holding ice cream and watermelon in their hands.

They looked just like a newlywed couple.

Nathan gripped the steering wheel and sighed heavily. He had been wrong in the end.

Edgar was quick-witted and immediately asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Take a look.”

He took out his cell phone. It was an anonymous encrypted message.

The content was straightforward. “Edgar will disappear from this world tonight.”

“Just like last time, this has no heads or tails. I can’t find out who sent this, as the number has been encrypted. Even if I get someone to crack it, we’ll end up with disconnected phone numbers.”

“It doesn’t sound like this person is threatening you. It sounds more like they’re tipping you off.”

Nathan looked in the direction of Royden’s family Villa. Dozens of gang members ran from that direction, followed by dozens of motorbikes…

There was also the sound of police sirens.

The people who lived in that area were respected figures of Yorktown. Security had always been tight.

How could these people simply enter?

“Nathan, can we stay a night in your family’s hotel?”

“Do I have the right to say no?”

After all, Edgar was a VIP guest at his family’s hotel.

Half an hour later, Jean huddled up on the hotel couch. The guest room was virtually reserved for Edgar all year round. At this time, Jean also found out that in the three years that they had been married, he would stay here when he returned to Yorktown.

There were even documents he had looked through back then, along with signatures.

“Lana?”

Edgar was cutting watermelon. He looked at her in confusion when he heard her voice.

The small woman huddled on the couch with her toes stuck out and clicked her tongue. “Amanda?”

“Her phone number is 15…”

Edgar carried over watermelon slices and saw her holding a stack of name cards. Some were gold, and some were pink. He had never seen most of it.

“Mr. Royden is famous for being a reserved man in the business world, but it seems like that’s all it is. A well-kept secret.”

Jean snorted.

She slammed the name cards on the table. “Tell me, is there some deeply moving story behind this?”

The man had a wronged expression on his face.

“I don’t know who they are. I don’t know if they’re tall or short, thin or fat, or even men or women!” He insisted with a fawning smile.

Jean took a bite of the watermelon.

She sneered. “Really? I think that this is your secret hideout. Perhaps only important people have the right to come here. Lana? She sounds…”

“My important person is in front of me, eating the watermelon that I cut,” he said with a piece of watermelon in his mouth.

Without allowing her to speak, he kissed her lips.

Their lips collided.

In the next instant, sweet watermelon juice slid into the corners of her lips.

“You! Mmph…”

He viciously deepened his kiss until she couldn’t fight back and stopped struggling. Her face was flushed as she gasped raggedly in his arms.

The man had a profound and cold expression.

“Sometimes, I can only use such ways with you.”