Edgar and His Destined Wife novel Chapter 556

Chapter 556

Myer stared at the boss, “Do you think he can redeem himself? Royden Group will fall any day now!”

He didn’t watch his words since he had broken all ties with Edgar. He also didn’t care if the people around him heard what he said.

He continued angrily, “I’ve been in this business for so long and have never seen him so helpless. He doesn’t care about others. He is not fit for this field. It was by luck that he scored all those projects. Didn’t the project with Oprah Group fall through without any reason? He should be grateful he wasn’t involved in the lawsuit.”

Ben’s brows tightened as he listened to his father.

“Dad, how did you get all this inside intel?”

Myer frowned at him questioningly.

“What inside intel? Everyone knows about it,” he said, then left while averting Ben’s glance.

Ben stood on his spot and exhaled tiredly, “Why must you get entangled in this business?”

He had made up his mind to give Jean up as he was scared to become entangled with Royden Group again. Who knew who was going to be the winner of this game?

Meanwhile, Jean and Edgar were sitting silently in the car.

“Let’s go to Royden Group first. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll head back if I’m tired and will eat regularly. Solving Royden Group’s problem is your utmost priority now,” Jean said as she buckled her seatbelt.

Edgar turned to look at her with an unfathomable look in his cold eyes.

“To meet someone as kind and understanding as you in this lifetime is…”

“Hurry up. It will be three hours in just a few minutes, and we’ll have to pay for another hour of parking.”

Edgar laughed at her expression. He stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the hotel.

Another person arrived at the hotel just after they left. It was Julia.

She took off her sunglasses and spoke to the concierge, “I want to see your boss.”

The concierge looked at her well-dressed attire and answered patiently, “Madam, our boss isn’t someone you can meet easily. May I ask if you have an appointment?”

“Do I need an appointment to see him? Tell him; my name is Horton. I’ll give him ten minutes; it’ll be up to him to come.”

The concierge was taken aback and quickly appeased Julia before reporting to the manager.

Julia was watching her watch as she counted down the minutes when a middle-aged man wearing a suit hurried down the staircase, shouting her name, “Julia! Julia! Is that you?”

Julia sat elegantly while flipping through a magazine. She blinked and then slightly glanced at him.

“He’s still so immature,” Julia muttered softly, but the manager beside her heard, and his face paled. No one had ever said that about their boss.

“Julia! It’s been fifteen years! I finally…” The man looked at Julia’s face with red-brimmed eyes.

“What a hypocrite.”

Julia put on her sunglasses.

“Alright. Let’s go upstairs to a quiet place to talk.”