Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 35

Chapter 35 He Destroyed It With His Own Hands

“Mr. Royden can’t have been following us, right?” Ben Ludwig laughed, blocking the door. “What’s the matter, do you regret it?”

“What do you mean.”

Frost filled Edgar Royden’s eyes. He smelled a faint scent of alcohol on Ben Ludwig, and a picture of Jean Eyer drinking wine appeared in his mind.

He underestimated her.

Mixing around with a bunch of men.

Ben Ludwig didn’t know what he was thinking of and warned him. “Even though Jean Eyer didn’t accept my proposal today, I won’t give up. Sooner or later, she’ll be mine. Your fate together has come to an end. If you know better, don’t disturb her anymore.”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

In the beginning, he wouldn’t have let Jean Eyer marry such scum if he hadn’t been one step too late!

“Move.”

With a thin, cold face, Edgar Royden walked forward and pushed Ben Ludwig away with his shoulders.

As he came to the sink, the mirror reflected his ice-cold face. “I won’t pick up what has been thrown out. Mr. Ludwig may be fond of doing this, but I’m not.”

“What did you say!”

Ben Ludwig glared at him with his eyes wide open and was about to take a swing at him. He didn’t care how much power Edgar Royden had. He would go all out for Jean Eyer.

As a matter of fact, he’d wanted to beat Edgar Royden up for a long time.

Marrying Gigi Reece and leaving such a wonderful woman like Jean Eyer behind?

At the same time, Edgar Royden saw what he was up to. A meaningful look crossed his eyes, and he was ready to take Ben Ludwig on.

At this moment, a voice called out from outside the door. “Ben Ludwig, come and look after Jean Eyer, she’s drunk!”

Ben Ludwig stopped immediately.

“I don’t want to see you here around her again!”

He turned and ran towards the private room.

Edgar Royden heard the footsteps distant and slowly loosened his clenched fists. What was up with this long-lost feeling of fury?

He must be crazy. Was he about to get into a fight all because of Jean Eyer?

…

In the private room, Jean Eyer was hugging the back of the chair and refused to stand up no matter what. Her hands held an empty wine glass. “Let’s drink more, I’m happy today!”

Ben Ludwig didn’t know to laugh or to cry looking at her red, puffy face.

“Jean Eyer, let go. I’ll pour you a new glass.”

“Really?”

Jean Eyer sat up and passed the wine glass over. She scrunched up her eyes and stared at Ben Ludwig for a while. “Mm, my best bro!”

Everyone laughed at this. Ben Ludwig shook his head helplessly and poured her a cup of water.

“The wine is finished. Drink this first, I’ll buy more later.”

Jean Eyer looked at him, then at the wine glass. She mumbled to herself and looked down while holding her glass.

By the look of it, she seemed to have been coaxed by him.

Ben Ludwig called Sonny Kalzarc to one side and passed him a card. “Sonny, I’ll send her back first. I have to trouble you with the rest of the evening.”

“No problem. Actually, she didn’t drink all that much. We didn’t know that she would get drunk from one glass. Go ahead and send her back.”

Sonny Kalzarc went on to urge the rest of the team to drink more.

Ben Ludwig held on to Jean Eyer with one hand and her bag with the other while they walked out.

On the other end of the corridor, Edgar Royden had just finished his meeting. He watched their figures from afar as he talked on the phone to someone from his company. It was as if there was something stuck in his chest.

Ben Ludwig held on to Jean Eyer and berated her. “Your alcohol tolerance didn’t use to be this bad. You can’t drink so much even if you’re happy today!”

Pfft.

Jean Eyer patted his shoulder while laughing and opened her eyes. She stuck out her tongue playfully. “I was just joking!”

“What!”

Ben Ludwig swung his arms. “Do you know how heavy you are? My arms are about to break from holding on to you.”

Jean Eyer took her bag. “I can’t help it, I’m too tired today. I was afraid to be a killjoy if I were to tell them that I wanted to leave first, I’m sorry.”

She grinned and flashed a harmless, innocent smile.

She wouldn’t tell Ben Ludwig that she overheard the conversation between him and Edgar Royden on her way back from the washroom.

She smiled to hide how she really felt.

How could she let Ben Ludwig get hurt because of her? As for what Edgar Royden said about her, no harm, no foul.

Someone who could destroy her family like that was heartless.

“Wait for me here, I’ll drive over.” said Ben Ludwig. He threw his jacket over Jean Eyer’s shoulder and ran quickly to the parking lot.

Jean Eyer shivered in the night wind and wrapped the jacket little tight around her.

As she watched Ben Ludwig leave, she saw another car with the car plate 4411 drive over at the same time.Contents belong

This was Edgar Royden’s private car. He would usually use this car when he was driving.

Jean Eyer looked away subconsciously. She didn’t want to see him.

But for some reason, Edgar Royden stopped in front of her and rolled down the windows. “Get in.”

Even a few steps away, Jean Eyer was startled for a bit. “I think you have the wrong person.”

The man’s hand that was gripping the steering wheel tightened for a second. He turned his head, and his eyes were frost. “I would recognize your face even if it turned to ash. Get in the car.”

His gaze traveled to the jacket around her and became even more impatient.

Jean Eyer looked left and right. “You can’t be trying to talk to me in private to ask for the prize money back! If you want to do something that’s so out of the question, I’ll definitely get the paparazzi to expose you.”

How crude and vulgar.

The first thing out of her mouth was about money.

Edgar Royden stared at her face and said, “How are you so coarse nowadays, Jean Eyer?”

Jean Eyer couldn’t help but laugh. “Mr. Royden, you might not understand what I’m going through these days. The fact that I’m not stealing or robbing is great. Also, I just want to remind you that there’s nothing we have to say to each other.”

Another car pulled up behind the black car. Ben Ludwig honked his horn. Jean Eyer swept past the window of Edgar Royden and opened Ben Ludwig’s car door.

Both of them even smiled at each other. That scene was firmly planted onto Edgar Royden’s rearview mirror.

The man turned his head and watched as Ben Ludwig stepped on the gas and sped off from his side.