EDGAR’S RELENTLESS PURSUE FOR THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE - Season 1 Episode 50

From the living room, came Sam Reece’s stern voice, “Who does that Royden man thinks he is? Do you believe my kid is a nasty person?”

Gigi instantly grabbed a portion of Jean’s clothing and said, “My dad listens to you very well. Please, help me convince him!”

When Winnie Campbell considered the situation involving the Eyer family, she became terrified. Jean might find her.

She must protect the Reece family. Both father and daughter!

“Forget it, I’ll go find him!” said Gigi.

Winnie quickly grabbed her and said, “Mr. Royden must be furious right now that the situation is in the news. In my opinion, you shouldn’t go there in case reporters stop you.”

Winnie was being considerate, and providing advice made Gigi hate her less.

“Then what should I do?”

Winnie smiled and whispered to her ear.

She may let Gigi clean up instead of doing it herself.

Gigi gritted her teeth. “I see!”

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After Winnie left, Gigi dialed to Dumont’s contact. “Is the matter done?”

There was a very unfamiliar voice over there.

“Miss Reece, this is the end of your business with Mr. Wilson.”

“Who are you?”

Gigi stood up abruptly.

“You will not make this call again, and my name is Mr. Garner. There won’t be any more Mr. Wilson in the future.” After saying this, Zane Garner hung up the phone.

He threw the phone into the sea.

A younger man stepped forward behind him. “Zane, everything is done.”

A small boat with a man unconscious on board silently drifted in the nearby sea.

Zane Garner yawned. “It’s been long, let’s go back. Draco and Royden might think we’re up to no good.”

On the other side of the phone, Gigi was slumped on the carpet. A sense of helplessness had overcome her.

What now?!

Could it be that Edgar found out?

Half an hour later.

Edgar was sitting on the sofa in the hotel room. Miles stood in front of him and reported, “I have contacted the media on major websites. They will immediately remove all relevant headlines. By the way, those photos taken in the hotel were released by Jean Eyer.”

Miles then carefully stated, “Those photos are expensive.”

Edgar frowned and pinched his eyebrows.

He hired Draco to rescue Jean, only to have her bite the hand that feeds.

Very well then.

“Where is she now?” said Edgar. His tone was brimmed with frustration.

“At Watergate Apartment.”

Miles reported truthfully.

Edgar went straight to the parking lot. He had half a mind to hang Jean to a tree like a Pinata.

Seventeenth Floor, Building nine. Watergate Apartment.

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Jean was on the ground with gloves, wiping traces of oil paint in a room. The entire floor of the apartment was covered with paint that Monica Weller had used for her previous design.

When she arrived here just now, Monica Weller didn’t blame her for being late. She asked her to clean up the place. She left her after that instruction.

Jean wiped the floors and thought to herself. How funny Edgar’s reaction must be being surrounded by a mob like that.

“I should have stayed and watched the whole fiesta unfold.”

In the middle of her thoughts, Jean’s handphone vibrated. It was Ben.

“Are you all right? Where are you now? I’ll come to get you!” Ben said anxiously.

“I’m fine. Just working overtime,”

Jean muttered. She needed some air, so she removed her gloves and took En. a walk.

“If you have something to tell me, say it. It won’t help to keep it all to yourself,”

argued Ben.

Jean hummed. She was focusing on a car out the window.

“Don’t worry, Ben. I know what I know.”

She put down her phone and just watched Edgar get out of the car He marched right into the apartment building where she was. She sneered and dialed another number.

Immediately, she went to open the door and waited until the angry man had arrived.

Jean tutted. “Your men are so efficient,” teased Jean. Contents belong

“Now, do you still think it’s funny?”

said Edgar. The tall figure lifted her and pressed her whole body agains the wall. She could feel his breath on her face. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you to your own devices.”

“But aren’t you still helping me pay off the debt?” Jean chuckled.