Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 553

Jean immediately darted a victorious smirk at Edgar.

He laughed at her childish reaction, “Let’s go, then.”

Miles pried, “Mr. Royden, shall I still go?”

“No need. You should go and visit Rachel’s mother.” Edgar vouchsafed Miles a day off, “Bring some souvenirs over to make a good impression.”

Miles stood in place, watching Edgar and Jean left shoulder to shoulder.

Miles murmured, “I hope I don’t wound up in a rocky relationship like Mr. Royden.”

That night at AOL Hotel.

Jean held Edgar’s arm as they walked up the steps.

The way they looked at each other was brimming with love and tenderness.

The next second, they were interrupted by the hotel manager.

“Mr. Royden, Mr. Ludwig is already waiting for you inside.” The manager walked up and courteously greeted them.

The elevator ascended and stopped on the fifth floor.

“Mr. Royden, you may head upstairs and enter the VIP dining area.”

Edgar strutted up the steps with confidence and poise, all while clutching onto Jean’s palm.

“Be careful.”

He unwittingly tightened his grip as he said this.

Jean beamed a stealthy smile at his subliminal reaction.

As they exited the last flight of steps, they saw Ben and Ally walking towards them from a distance.

Ben strutted ahead with a cold face while Ally hastily chased after him.

“Ben, you should talk to me! Even if it’s only for public display!”

Prior to this, Ally had deliberately neglected Ben in an attempt to contrive Ben to think of her and ask her out. She realized, to her dismay, that her motive backfired.

Ben didn’t seem like he cared or missed her at all.

On the contrary, the way he looked at Jean was discernibly fervent.

They chanced upon Jean and Edgar at the fire exit. The four of them froze simultaneously.

“What a coincidence?” Ben furrowed.

“We have an appointment.” Edgar responded candidly.

Ben surmised, “Are you meeting my…”

As promised, Jean didn’t say a word, nor did she leave any clues to Ben.

Ally wrapped her arms around Ben, “We should get going since Mr. Royden is busy.”

She clung to Ben with a bright smile, “Take a walk with me outside. I’m feeling a little tipsy from the boozes.”

Ben’s eyes locked on Jean.

“Let me know if there’s anything that I can help with.” Of course, he had heard about the debacle within Royden Group. Businessmen and capitalists loved to hold business meetings in AOL Hotel. Ben would gladly help Edgar if he needed help.

Ally chimed in dispassionately.

“Mr. Royden is all capable. Why would he need our help? We should get going.”

Then, she deliberately tugged Ben away.

Ben groaned dismissively, “Stop pestering me.”

He shunned Ally and wanted to escape her relentless hassles.

“You want me to go away so you can go after Edgar’s woman? You saw it yourself. They have obviously reconciled and are not afraid to be seen in public as a couple. Jean doesn’t have feelings for you.”

“Why do you still gush over her when you know she has no feelings for you?”

“I can’t believe you’d stoop down for a woman. How pathetic.”

Ally bit her lower lip. Seeing that Ben still ignored her, she chided further, “I know you’re infatuated with Jean, but have you ever put yourself in her shoe? An autocratic person like Edgar will not allow other men to hanker after his woman. He is under a lot of pressure from Royden Group’s recent debacle. Tremendous stress may trigger his wrath and violence.”

Ally paused before flashing a faint smirk.

“You feel sorry for Jean, don’t you?”

She feigned coy and compliant by fluttering her lashes, “I can imitate her makeup and fashion style. Unlike her, I’m still single. Am I not more appealing to you?”

She draped her arms around Ben’s shoulders while hinting at him coquettishly.

“Disgusting!”

Ben shot a frigid glance at her, got into his car, and sped away.

Ally was left alone, stomping her feet in contempt.

“What’s the fuss about her?! Edgar wouldn’t have divorced her if she was really that pleasant!”

Ally recalled the romantic aura between Jean and Edgar’s just now. She dashed to the counter and said, “I’m a VIP member of your hotel. I want to see your manager on duty now.”

Ally wanted to get even with Jean for the shame and heartache she had inflicted on her.

Edgar and Jean entered the VIP dining room and realized Myer hadn’t come yet.

“It’s still early. I’ll go to the bathroom first.” Jean exited the room, searching for the bathroom. She unwittingly bumped into Ally again.

Not sure if it was a coincidence or if Ally had been following her.

Jean attempted to evade Ally, but the latter deliberately came in her way.

Jean stepped aside again, but Ally still besieged her.

“Miss Sans, looks like your goldfish brain has failed you again.”

Ally seemed to have forgotten that Jean had told her off once.

Ally gnawed her teeth and sneered, “I’m not here to argue with you but to warn you to stay on your course with Edgar and leave Ben alone. You’re not worthy of Ben.”

“It’s none of your business.”

Jean jostled against Ally’s shoulder and strode away.

Ally refused to give up. She continued yelling behind Jean.

“You’ve already reconciled with Edgar, so stop messing around with Ben. Or are you looking for a rebound judging on Royden Group’s present crisis? People like you are so disgusting.”

Jean turned her head and looked away.

Her gaze was cold and ferocious.

Ally was taken aback by Jean’s piercing gaze.

At this time, a waiter was holding a tray of food, lurching from behind Ally. The waiter was unaware of Ally’s presence. Jean deliberately turned a blind eye to the possible collision.

The next moment, Ally was knocked over by the waiter.

The soup spilled all over Ally and stained her clothes.

Ally screamed in terror and frantically tried to remove the food scraps on her body. Jean warned her frigidly, “Mind your own business and stop poking your nose in my business. If not, karma will bite back.” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“You!”

Ally was exasperated beyond words.

Jean knew the waiter would run into her, but she deliberately turned a blind eye and let her get scalded by hot soup.

“What are you looking at?”

Jean jeered coldly, “Give me that look again, and I’ll let you wail in pain.”