Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 339

Chapter 339 False Hope

“Don’t assume that I am unaware of your tricks.” She felt a gradual, gentle squeeze as he drew in closer. He gripped her chin and threatened, “You’d better not be helping the Reece family.”

As he said this, Jean’s smile broadened. “Edgar was joking. Why on earth would I help Sam Reece?” He is the one who has actually taken the Eyer family to this point.

Edgar scowled and released his hold on her after assuming he was mistaken. As if nothing had occurred, Jean circled to a different bed, turned on the TV, and sat there. Is she acting coy?

No, something must happen. After giving her a lengthy look, Edgar’s phone started to ring. Miles was on the line. “Edgar, there are some unusual movements on Eyer’s side.”

“Jean…” Edgar stepped out of the room. Back on the cushion behind her, Jean reclined back. Anyone may purchase Reece’s shares since their business was about to file for bankruptcy. She would be the one to seize this chance if anybody would.

Although she only purchased a small number of shares, she persuaded Ben to mortgage Eyer’s real estate on her behalf and sold every antique she could find at home.

However, it was enough to resist Edgar’s acquisition. The original idea was for him to purchase Joey Davis’ shares of the company. That would make him Reece’s Group’s biggest shareholder. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

But when Jean interfered, his plan deviated. The split of Reece’s shares has become complicated. “Boss, what should we do?” Miles seemed a little anxious. It will be closed soon.

If he can’t come up with a countermeasure, the previous good situation will be flawed. Edgar’s career could not afford mistakes.

In the corridor, Edgar was leaning against the wall. His slender body was draped with expensive cotton, and he wore a sneer on his lips. “She is a wildcard.”

Though he had company, their presence might disrupt his plan.

Nathan was right.

If there is a woman in this world who can truly be his match, it had to be Jean.

“President Royden, what do you mean?”

“Let her.”

Miles replied, “But…Do you want to talk to Eyer about purchasing her shares?” Miles still wanted to make amends.

It isn’t his call.

The man narrowed his eyebrows, “No hurry. Since Jean wants to play, let’s give her a round.”

While listening on the phone, Miles experienced a feeling of disgust.

Do these people toy with other people’s belongings as a hobby?

Furthermore, it was currently true.

Sam Reece was a toy to them—immobile and helpless.

Jean waited in the room to bargain with Edgar since she assumed he must have heard the news. Although she didn’t need Reece’s shares, she wanted to make Edgar receive better rewards.

Sam Reece’s bankruptcy was already inevitable, so that’s that.

They would extract every last drop of value from him.

Unexpectedly, Edgar never returned, and only one hour before the plane took off did the driver ask Jean to pick him up at the airport.

The two didn’t meet until they got on the plane.

Just as Jean was ready to take a seat, she saw a female company owner who was speaking with Edgar about business. The woman was seated in the seat next to her.

Are they taking the same trip home?

Jean silently observed the other person while frowning.

That woman was highly refined, had exquisite manners, and a wonderful demeanor. Soon after she boarded the aircraft, several business-suited males approached to strike up a conversation.

While holding her chin up with one hand, Jean was contemplating something.

Edgar arrived shortly and said, “I’ll sit inside.”

He stated as much, but Jean suddenly stepped in, saying, “You sit here.”

Her sly eyes flickered for a while, flashing a cunning smile.

The man took a seat after taking a curious glance around. Jean put on the blindfold, but instead of actually dozing off, she occasionally listened to the two of them talk.

She had to be informed as quickly as possible who the female president was.

But they were merely talking, with no real discussion taking place, and Edgar’s response to her was far less warm than that of the men who had come to start up a conversation.

As Jean listened, she overheard Edgar saying, ‘will keep in touch,’ to her ear.

Her cheeks were just a little bit heated as she nibbled the corner of her lip.

“Do you want some coffee?” He leaned over once more.

Jean gritted his teeth and turned around.

“Is your partner feeling unwell?” The president seemed to notice Jean’s reaction. “I have pills for motion sickness.”

Edgar still helped Jean get a cup of coffee and politely refused, “No, she’s fine.”

“Is that so…” Her gaze stayed on Jean for a while longer.

Then the plane took off, all the way silent.

After leaving the airport, Jean found out that the female president was the president of Ranford International —Alexandra Saavedra. She was Joey Davis’ boss.

No wonder Edgar wanted to fly abroad on purpose. It must be her!

So there was no doubt that Ranford International and Royden Group will collaborate on an artificial intelligence project in the future?

Jean gave a little grin as she moved in front of Edgar.

Thinking of this, she quickened her pace and walked forward, trying to get rid of Edgar.

She turned three times to get to the door before him but was stopped by Miles standing outside because she misread the man’s intent to exert control.

“Eyer, get in the car.”

Jean gritted his teeth, “I won’t take your car. I have motion sickness!”

“Then, the bodyguards will accompany you to walk back.” Miles insisted. He reminded Jean, “It’s only a 40-minute drive from the city. If you walk, you may have to work hard.”

Jean clenched her teeth.

“I passed out in Edgar’s vehicle.”

She paused, then walked away.

Miles moved forward as soon as Edgar emerged from the airport and said, “Edgar, are you going to pursue Eyer?”

“Not necessary.”

He was aware of her destination.

Simply said, because the game had already begun. It’s fun to always give the opponent false hope.

“Head to the company.”

And Jean walked a few steps forward. She took a taxi and went straight to Eyer’s residences.

Now it was a race against time to see who could acquire Joey Davis’ shares before tomorrow.

Early in the morning, Rachel Sander was waiting with a few other employees at the workplace when Jean called.

“Everything is set up, but Ranford International’s attitude isn’t agreeable. They have all refused my attempts to contact him.”

After all, Royden’s brand was more well-known than Eyer’s.

In terms of making money, it was understandable for Ranford International to seek a more powerful partner.

Jean took out his mobile phone, “Give me the number.”

“Okay.” Rachel Sander immediately handed her the number.

But Jean looked and shook her head. “Isn’t this Mrs. Campbell’s number?”

Rachel Sander, who asked this question, was stunned, “No…”

“Go and check. Hurry.”

After setting the phone down on the table, Jean pulled out the documents for the smart project that had been prepared in front of the Royden Group.

“Jean, found it!”