Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

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."

In the next few days, Royden Group stopped all information from getting out. The board of directors on Edbert's side could not hear

Edgar was planning. All they knew

was that he spent many

the office with everyone involved in the project. Fortunately, these people were all willing to stay by Edgar and persevere.

"Mr. Edbert, should we..." One of the directors came to report to Edbert but stopped in his tracks when he saw Edbert's frosty glare. He quickly changed his statement and said, "Mr. Edbert! Things have already come this far, and Andy Shaw's company has already gotten our investment money. Regarding the project, when will we get a concrete update?"

They had invested in Andy's new project without any knowledge because Edbert had intimidated them.

Edbert stayed calm when he listened to the man's words. He let out a smirk and said, "I know you're worried about your money going to waste. But with Andy and I here, what are you scared of?"

"That's true. However, we can't stay oblivious forever, even if wetrust you."

Edbert's eyes turned colder, and he said, "I'll give you a satisfactory answer latest by tomorrow."

Royden Group would be called to the bank tomorrow, and their days of prosperity will finally end. Edbert had already prepared many reporters to 'congratulate' Edgar. Edgar was so sure he would win that he didn't even think Edgar might be able to redeem himself.

Meanwhile, in the president's office at Royden Group.

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Although Jean did not understand what she was looking at, she knew signing a contract over the Inte while dealing with international businesses was common. She was also assured because of Oprah Group's good reputation.

"Mr. Edgar, you have a smart wife. No one, except your wife, has been able to see through our company's tricks," Mr. Oprah said through the screen with a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Once again, let me apologize for the previous misunderstandings. I look forward to our next partnership," he said, then cut off the call.

Edgar leaned against his chair. The stiff and stern expression he had melted into one of relaxation. His gaze slowly fell on Jean. He reached out a hand to pull her into his embrace.

Jean side-stepped his hand as though she could read his thoughts. She sent him a signal through her stern look. "Miles and Rachel are here!"

Edgar guffawed. His face shone with laughter.

“Alright, everyone. It's been tough on all of us. Let's go get something good to eat and prepare for tomorrow." Edgar stood up and held Jean's hand. They clasped hands, and the affection they had for each other was evident in their eyes.

In the past, Jean never dared to own up to her feelings. She was trapped and confused by her wild thoughts. Now, she finally understood that this man had bulldozed his way into her heart.

Edgar drew close and whispered into her ear, "It's all thanks to you. Otherwise, I'll be a broke man."

Jean scoffed at his ridicule, "I'm sure you would've thought of an idea even if I didn't suggest that to you. The Edgar Royden I know will never let those guys win."

"Do you have that much trust in me?"

"Yeah. Drive carefully." Jean closed her eyes.

It isn't easy to trust a person. But since I've chosen this path, I can't turn back now.

The car stopped in front of a newly opened restaurant in Yorktown. Nathan was waiting forthem inside.

“Edgar, you have such good timing. Mr. Blanc is throwing a celebration upstairs."

"A celebration? To celebrate Royden Group going bankrupt?"

Jean blinked and said, "Let's go and celebrate with them."