Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 551

“What will he gain to make war with Edbert? He knows it well, but the damage is beyond remedy now. There’s nothing he could do.”

Someone sneered, “Gotta go. I have an appointment with Mr. Lanier.”

In their opinion, Royden Group had come to its end of glory.

It was impossible for Edgar to restore Royden Group at this juncture. They reckoned it was best to sever ties with Royden Group to mitigate their losses.

Only idiots would stay.

Meanwhile, Edbert and John met up over afternoon tea.

“I wonder how it’s going there. A sizeable fund was pulled out suddenly. I bet Mr. Royden is feeling the heat, desperately trying to raise funds and regroup the team.”

“Royden Group is in peril now.”

Edbert picked up the teacup with a smile on his face.

“You’ve been helpful to me, Mr. Blanc. I’ll remember your contribution.”

John tittered awkwardly.

“It had to be done. It was for the greater good. After all, Vice President… Ah, I mean, President Edbert is wise and capable. We have faith in you. But do we really have to invest in Andy Shaw’s company with the funds that have just been pulled out from Royden Group?”

John looked at Edbert abjectly. He seemed reluctant.

“I think you knew that before this, Andy had poached lots of our employees and caused us a lot of losses and inconvenience.” John leaned back on the sofa and said earnestly, “These old friends of mine really doubted his ability.”

John and the cronies only cared about their own interest and benefit.

Edbert knew John would say that.

He took out a project proposal and handed it to John, “Take a look at this first, then you decide. I’m only the liaison. At the end of the day, it’s your call to make.”

Edbert ceased talking and gave John some time to browse through the proposal.

John seemed psyched as he perused the proposal. Shortly, he sprung up and blurted, “There’s something I need to do. Excuse me!”

John dashed off while Edbert darted a meaningful glance at his receding figure.

George’s voice sounded from behind Edbert, “Are you sure Andy has what it takes to replace Edgar?”

After all, Edgar had proved himself pre-eminent with unbeatable records in the entire Yorktown. Nobody could match or trump his excellence and records to date.

Back then, the people in the industry only respected Andy because he was the vice president of Royden Group. But now, nobody really cared about his puny start-up.

Although hooking up with Sherry, to a certain degree, had helped his business.

But Andy was nowhere adroit and remarkable compared to what Edgar had achieved.

Edbert sneered, “How do we know if we don’t try?”

There was no turning back for him at this point in time.

He must stay on the course and finish what he started no matter what.

Not that the outcome would affect him anyway. If the plan came to naught, Andy would be the scapegoat.

“Keep tabs on them, George.”

“Yes.”

That night, the media and peers in the field concomitantly received news that there was a dispute of power within Royden Group. The board of directors was unhappy with how Edgar managed the company.

One after another, they appealed to withdraw their capital and shares from the company.

Due to precipitous funding withdrawal, Royden Group had rammed into an unprecedented crisis.

There were rumors that most of the funds flowing out of Royden Group were transferred to Andy’s company.

Some of them believed that Andy was the upcoming hotshot in the industry.

Life was full of uncertainty. Living in an era of great advancements, you must take advantage of any possibility. If you snooze, you lose.

As the news spread, there was an influx of investors vying to invest in Andy’s company. In less than a day, his company had doubled in capital and funds.

The news had become a trending topic and was broadcasted across the country.

Meanwhile, Jean was bored from watching the same news and promptly switched channels.

She tilted her head and glanced into the kitchen.

The man was cutting fruits with his back towards her. Jean haphazardly asked, “When do we go back? Staying in the hotel isn’t a long-term solution.”

Living in isolation wouldn’t solve the problem.

On top of that, the lurking enemies were waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on him.

Sitting idle wasn’t his personality.

Jean stood up and walked over to Edgar from the other side, “What if…”

“Our partnership with Oprah Group is confirmed, and the project is set to launch next week. Don’t worry about these petty things.” He uttered casually. But only Jean knew the amount of courage and forbearance Edgar had to muster to say this.

Given a similar situation, by now, regular folks would’ve toiled away to raise funds or get loans.

“Then do you need me to help you with anything?”

Hearing this, the man paused with his hand still holding the knife. He beamed and said, “Of course, if you insist.”

He relaxed his brows from tension.

“Let me accompany you to the obstetric check-up tomorrow.”

Even when Royden Group was at stake, Edgar still put Jean and their child first.

This realization took Jean by surprise.

She grabbed a piece of watermelon from the plate and said, “Now I can see why the board of directors decided to withdraw their capital. You are too reckless with Royden Group.”

Edgar picked up the fruit platter, followed behind her, and sat on the sofa.

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He held the fruit platter in one hand and massaged her shoulder with another. He uttered with a smile, “It’s my pleasure.”

“What if you regret…”

“Not possible.”

He glanced at his watch, “Another ten minutes until your bedtime. I will wake you up earlier tomorrow.”

Jean was coerced to bed before her favorite movie was being played.

Her biological clock had reconditioned after several days of adapted bedtime and waketime.

Tonight, she tossed and turned around all night due to Royden Group’s debacle.

“Are you asleep?”

She turned around and whispered to the man lying next to her.

The dim bedside light created a veil on his handsome face.

She reached out her hand, nudged his nose tip, and muttered, “I know you’re not asleep.”

She waited for his response but to no avail.

“Are you really asleep?” Jean pursed her lips in disappointment.

Just as she was about to turn away and go back to sleep.

He encircled her body with his arm and pulled her towards him. In a daze, he had nestled her in his embrace.

She could feel his breath above her.

She adjusted her position to catch a breath.

“You…”

“Go to sleep. Don’t worry about me.” He assured me, “How can I protect you if I fail at handling petty things like this?”

Hearing his words, Jean was relieved.

“Nobody’s worried about you. I’m thirsty and thought of asking you to get me some water.”