Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

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“Edgar!” It was Gigi Reece. She appeared beside him and called to him sweetly. Jean glanced towards the source of that call. If Edgar’s disapproval wasn’t enough, looking at his new lover broke her heart.

“Why are you here?” scowled Edgar. His eyes narrowed onto Gigi for a response. Gigi replied with a smile, “I needed to meet up with my father to discuss things. I just happened to bump into you here.”

Naturally, she received word of Edgar’s location from Andy Shaw. She put on her makeup and rushed over. I happened to observe Jean and Edgar exiting the elevator together, which was unexpected.

That tramp must have come to seduce him. Luckily, I caught them in time! Gigi smiled and took his arm. “You promised before that you would accompany me to dinner tonight. Didn’t you say that you would also be a guest at my house?”

When Edgar turned back to find Jean after ignoring Gigi’s words, her silhouette was gone. “Edgar, it’s just for one night. All right?”

“Not tonight. Some other time.” Edgar turned around and went back to the elevator.

…

Jean had hailed a cab to travel to the designated address from Monica. It didn’t take too long before she realized the driver was going in the wrong direction.

“Sir, did you take the wrong turn?”

The driver was wearing a face mask. Without warning, he stomped onto the accelerator and drove into a small alleyway. There were about three to five men that grabbed Jean from the car.

She didn’t have time to run before being restrained by her kidnappers. A few curse words were exchanged before someone sedated Jean with a napkin, and she fainted. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

“Well Dumont, these girls are a looker!” “Really outdone yourself…”

“Zip it. We’ll discuss it back at the place,” scolded Mr. Wilson. “we have a lot of money on the line.” Mr. Wilson spat on the ground and sent a photo of Jean to Gigi Reece.

Back at the parking lot, Gigi was with Edgar —deliberate in getting him back for dinner. The notification bell rang, and Gigi fished out her handphone. She almost laughed with joy.

She was worried Edgar would see the picture, so she stifled her smile. However, Edgar caught her in the act and glared a cold expression at her.

Coincidentally, Edgar’s phone rang in turn. He picked up the call, and it was Draco on the other line. “The person you told me to spy on got herself into a hairy situation. Again,” said Draco. “so, what will you have me do?”

Edgar’s eyes darkened and recalled Jean smelling of alcohol in the elevator. She was drunk.

“Send my people to the hotel.”

Gigi overheard his conversation and became anxious. She needed to do something.

“Edgar did something happen?” questioned Gigi. She played out her best crocodile tears in front of him.

Anyone could have been fooled by Gigi’s display of theatrics, but not Edgar.

As he continued to hear the voice on the phone, Draco grinned and remarked, “I already know about this issue. It has to do with your precious Gigi, somehow.”

To put it plainly, it’s just two women squabbling over a man.

Hearing this, Edgar frowned. He put down his phone and looked at Gigi Reece, who was wrapping herself on his arm like a boa constrictor. “I ought to have requested Miles to tell you, so you could raise your child at home in peace.”

Aware of his displeasure, Gigi immediately explained.

“Edgar, I came here today to see my dad here. If… If you don’t like me going out, I’ll head back immediately!”

She had this look of devotion —only for Edgar.

In the end, the man remained calm. For some reason, Gigi in front of him brought up memories of Jean from a few years ago.

After some time, he pressed the car door, “You’re going back to have supper, yes? Then, let’s leave.”

“That great!”

Gigi was ecstatic. She pulled Edgar with her into a car.

If only she were Jean, she would have known that Edgar’s contemptuous look was a precursor to his impending rage.

Unfortunately, Gigi wasn’t aware of this.

Elsewhere in the night.

Jean Eyer felt a sharp pain in her head and rubbed her temples. She struggled to sit up straight with the smooth bedsheets beneath her.

She scanned around the unfamiliar environment. Is this a hotel?

Jean tried to recall the events before losing consciousness. Did those devils shout a name? Draco, wasn’t it? Who on earth is Draco?

She slapped her head in frustration but couldn’t recall anything else.