The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1533 She Does Not Have the Connections

Rosalyn had no idea things were far more complicated than they appeared.

Edison had already made his choice many years ago, and he had never picked the Wray family but someone in the provincial government. However, he had kept this from Rosalyn all along.

Still, the idea of seeking reconciliation with the Whitman family seemed like a good one. At least on the surface, they appeared different from the Wray and Montclair families. They were just a little confused at a critical moment.

"Alright. I'll listen to you, darling. I'll leave the Whitman family to you." Edison let out a long sigh before adding. "In the end, it's always up to my beloved wife to make things right."

"As long as you know that." Rosalyn lowered her eyes to sip her tea. "It's a critical time now. It's time to cut off those messy relationships you've got on the outside."

Edison's smile faltered slightly, but he remained silent.

Rosalyn watched him closely. "Edison, I'm worried something might go wrong. The parents of that girl who jumped at the bar were easy to placate, but not everything is so easy to settle. Who knows when something might spiral out of control?"

In the past, the two of them would have argued about things like this. But today, there was an unusual silence, and Edison even agreed to her request.

Whatever the reason, Rosalyn had long been displeased with those mistresses he had. "There's something else too, Edison. Those women are too young. Can we stay away from that kind of trouble from now on?"

It was clear Edison didn't want to continue this conversation. He got up and lit a cigarette. 'I'll take you abroad for a little vacation once we've smoothed things over with the Whitman family."

Too much had happened recently. The more dangerous things became, the more Edison knew it was time to step back. That had always been his strategy for survival.

However, such thoughts were quickly interrupted by a phone call. Just hearing the distinctive ringtone made Edison's eyes light up, and seeing the caller ID confirmed his excitement.

"I need to take this call,' he said, not even bothering to acknowledge Rosalyn's presence as he hurried upstairs.

Rosalyn's brief moment of tenderness quickly dissipated. The luxurious yet empty living room felt colder as she sat there, staring blankly.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

After years of marriage, she could no longer tell which of Edison's words were genuine and which were lies. That was why people like Ophelia had no idea how much these married women envied her. She had married a man who, in his youth, was unmatched in his brilliance. She was also treated with respect after marriage. Yet, despite having such a distinguished partner like Noah, Ophelia didn't know how to cherish it.

Rosalyn gave a bitter smile. What did Edison count for in comparison?

Edison's family couldn't be compared to Rosalyn's. The only reason the Waldron family had managed to climb the prestigious families' ranks was due to Rosalyn's father's influence.

Edison had ridden her family's coattails, and it made him even more keenly aware of the intoxicating allure of

power.

"I've been waiting for your call." Edison's eagerness bordered on overenthusiasm. It was clear that this conversation wasn't something suitable for Rosalyn to overhear.

Fredric didn't waste any time. "I'm not in a position to intervene in the Wrays' and Montclairs' matters, especially now with the critical promotion stage looming. You should have noticed by now-someone from the higher-ups has been sent down."

"I understand. Someone is trying to use the Wray and Montclair families' incidents to open a crack in

Hawford's political structure."

Edison, having learned the ropes of politics from his father-in-law, grasped the situation quickly. "Rest assured, no matter what happens, neither you nor Mr. Randell will be implicated."

Fredric detected Edison's overt allegiance. "Mr. Randell has spent years promoting economic development and improving the lives of the people.

"His methods may have been a bit extreme, but we need to understand that. I, too, have taken such measures, all in the name of work."

"Of course, all for the sake of work," Edison echoed swiftly.

Fredric posed a seemingly offhand question, "As for Mr. Whitman Senior's granddaughter... Is there someone backing her, or does she have any special connections?"

"She shouldn't have any significant connections. Otherwise, she wouldn't be using her current methods.' Edison looked up thoughtfully. 'It's possible that some of the previous Quinnell family loyalists are helping

her out."

Fredric considered it. If she did have any real connections, he would have known by now. "I heard she stirred up the market while siphoning off funds from the Wray family. Is there any truth to that?'

Edison nodded. "Yes, she cashed out quite a bit."

"Alright, I understand." Fredric's tone became more deliberate. 'Disrupting the stock market isn't a minor offense. I'll make sure this is dealt with accordingly..."