Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 172 No One Will Die

All that she knew about him was after he had founded Royden Group, people said that he was commanding and

prompt at work. Jean had tried asking around about him in the past. But no one could offer up information.

Even when Jean’s father agreed to the marriage between Edgar and her, he hadn’t said anything. She realized that

Edgar was more mysterious than she had thought.

The lights shook. Jean lowered her eyes. She didn’t want anyone to see through her emotions, especially the man

before her. They sat silently, each with their own thoughts.

The air was still. The storm had stopped some time ago. Yet the cemetery was more hair-raising than before. Jean

shut her eyes tightly, hindering her line of sight from straying to the open space outside.

Her heartbeat quickened. She was afraid. “Hold this.”

Edgar’s cold voice broke the silence. Jean felt at ease at that moment. She raised her head and took the hot water

bottle from him. “It’s hot.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. He pulled a blanket from the side and wrapped the bottle in it loosely. He handed it to

her again. It was cool enough to touch.

He moved to the other side of the room, leaving enough space between them for Jean to feel safe. Jean closed her

eyes slowly. The memories of her past came to mind. She remembered her father, her family and…

Drip.

Drip. Jean was jolted awake by the noise. When did she fall asleep?

The day was bright. She had fallen asleep under the blanket. Her legs were covered with the windbreaker Edgar

had worn the night before.

She frowned and searched for the man subconsciously. The door opened.

“Ms. Eyer, I’m here to pick you up.” Susan covered her with the thick coat she had brought. “Yorktown’s mornings

for this month will be rather chilly. I’ve cooked some soup. Let’s go home.” Home?

Jean’s eyes dulled. She didn’t have a home anymore. She pulled her hand away. “It’s alright. I can walk on my

own.”

Susan watched as Jean stubbornly tried to open the door. She sighed and walked up to her. “Aren’t you going to the

training ground today? You should take a good rest.”

Susan was unusually forward. Jean tried to refuse her numerous times, but Susan insisted on bringing her back to

Edgar’s villa. “Take a bath. I’ll prepare breakfast, including the buns you love.” Susan shut the bedroom door behind

her.

Jean hadn’t moved from her spot. She drew a deep breath. The room no longer had Edgar’s scent. Taking a look at

the time, she went into the bathroom.

The wounds on her wrist were almost fully healed. She didn’t need to go to the hospital since Edgar had sent for his

personal doctor. “The car’s ready. You can leave whenever you want.” Susan cleared the plates and served the

fruits on the table.

“Thank you, Susan.” Jean’s head was lowered, seemingly full of thoughts.

Susan turned back to look at her and sighed. “These kids.”

…

After the heavy rain from the night before, the dirt on the training ground settled as mud.

The racetrack was soaked from the starting point. The ground was slippery, which would take them more time than

usual.

“What to do? This…” Sonny slapped his legs helplessly. “Even God is making fun of us.”

Ben observed the ground and said slowly, “Let her decide.”

He knew how stubborn Jean could be.

At the same time, in the restroom at the training ground.

A man in a black uniform was on his phone. “Everything’s done. She won’t survive if she gets in the car.”

His voice was low. When the other person replied, he hung up immediately.

He turned around.

A few guards in black surrounded him.

“Zach Boyle?”

“Who are…” The guards muffled his mouth and pulled him out before he could finish his sentence.

Jean had expected the situation at the training ground since the rain from the night before was heavy.

“It’s fine. I’m on.” She beamed.

A car drove toward her.

It was Nathan and Gigi.

Gigi had a designer scarf wrapped around her neck. She yawned impatiently. “Mr. Knox, why did you bring me here

early in the morning?”

She spoke and looked at him warmly, as if they were close.

Nathan averted his eyes and replied coolly, “Edgar told me to.”

If Edgar hadn’t told him to, he wouldn’t even have let her be in his car.

Gigi’s smile widened when she heard Edgar’s name. But she quickly realized that something wasn’t quite right. Did

Edgar discover something?

She pressed her lips together. “I need to go to the toilet.”

She left in a hurry.

Jean noticed her. She handed her helmet to Ben and followed her.

“What are you doing?” Ben stopped her.

“No one will die.” She patted his hand and quickened her steps.

The toilet door was locked.

Jean didn’t knock and waited outside.

When she heard footsteps, a smile appeared on her face. She shouted, “Jean’s car is overturned!”

The door opened at once.

Gigi dashed out from the inside.

“Argh!”

She almost fell over when she came face-to-face with Jean.

Jean looked at her grimly, “You’re the one who tempered with my car, right?”

Gigi stared daggers back at her. “I didn’t!”

“So why were you in such a hurry just now? Isn’t it because you can’t wait to see if I’m dead?” Jean took a step

forward and grabbed Gigi’s hair. “Isn’t it boring to play the same trick twice?”

Gigi was scared stiff.

She hid her phone behind her back with her trembling hands. “You’re accusing me without any evidence. I… Am I

not supposed to come out of the toilet when I’m done using it?”

“Oh, really?”

Jean released her grip and snatched the phone away when Gigi was distracted.

“Give it back to me!”

Jean stared at her frostily.

“You called your lover just now to make sure that his man had done their work, right? I just need to check your call

log.”

Gigi’s face paled. She began trembling.

“Give the phone back to me.” Her eyes were red. She lunged to grab the phone.

Jean tossed the phone into the air, and it landed in the sink.

Gigi rushed to pick up the phone while cursing out loud.

Jean stared at her back and warned her. “Gigi Reece, you’re getting on my last nerve.”

Gigi hadn’t realized the meaning behind her words.

She refused to back down. “Jean, now you’re accusing me without any evidence. If you slander me anymore, I’ll get

a lawyer to sue you.”

“Huh.”

Jean smiled wider. “Then I’ll show you how sinister this world can be.”