Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 54 Let Him Die After the names had been decided, Jean took her bag and left the venue. Some interns asked her, "Jean, which office do you work at? We've never seen you in the building." Jean stopped for a moment and said, "I'll go wherever I'm needed."

Her work these few days had just been odd jobs. Monica even had her go to the markets to buy shoe insoles, but no matter what kind of jobs they gave her, Jean would always do her best without complaints.

The interns misunderstood her words and envied her, "If only we could follow Ms. Weller. She's so pretty, so all those rumors about her must be because people are jealous of her and just want to frame her."

The corner of Jean's mouth twitched. She was not sure of that, but she was sure that Monica Weller was an alcoholic.

"Jean, wait, I need to talk to you." Ally chased after Jean and pulled on her bag, "You were mistaken, I didn't mean anything just now with Brittany." The more she tried to explain, the softer her voice got. She looked up with red eyes and looked aggrieved.

"Let go." Jean said, annoyed.

"Jean, it was really a misunderstanding."

"Don't pretend like you didn't mean it. I know you're just scared that I'll talk bad to Ben about you." Jean put her hands into her pockets and stared at Ally. As Jean saw the panic in her eyes, her smile deepened, "I don't have time to play your childish games. Just stay away from me." She turned around and left, leaving Ally in her dust.

Brittany came up from behind, "Ms. Sans, I'm sorry..."

'Smack'

Ally's eyes immediately turned fierce, completely different from her meek character from before.

"Are you seriously apologizing? If it weren't because I saw a little use in you, you wouldn't even be worthy of wiping the dirt on my shoes. Go away, I don't want to see you." Ally strongly pushed Brittany away. She then took the elevator to one of the offices on the top floor.

She never thought that Jean would be so difficult. If she had known, she wouldn't have wasted energy to come to MON & Co. But since she was out in the open, she couldn't lose.

Ally pushed the door to Hansen Young's office. "Hansen, you acted pretty well just then." She smiled at him.

Ally had known Hansen for a while, and what more, her family had shares in this company. She only had to speak up to get a job at this company. She had wanted Jean to owe her a favor, and with that favor make her stay away from Ben. Now, she knew she couldn't do that anymore. So, she could only get rid of her and never let her come back.

The next day, Jean left for the airport after packing some things. Ally and Sally were already there when she arrived, though the two did not look close. When Sally saw Jean, she greeted her first, leaving Ally to stand awkwardly at the side.

"Dear passengers, the flight to Sacrelo will soon depart, please make your way to the boarding gate."

Jean pulled her suitcase as she looked for her seat.

"Ms. Eyer?" someone called out to Jean.

Jean turned around and saw Miles sitting across the aisle from her.

If he was here, that meant....

Jean furrowed her brows and looked toward the business class section. Sure enough, she could see a wrist decked in a high-end brand watch with diamonds on it.

That must be Edgar Royden. The world is too small. Why is my seat so close to business class?

After a slight debate with herself, she walked over.NôvelDrama.Org content.

"Are you attending fashion week too?"

Miles was probably asking as a conversation starter, so she just gave a noise of affirmation.

She sat down, put on her eye mask, and ignored everyone.

She had been to Sacrelo. She had gone with Edgar for their honeymoon. It had been because Edgar had business in Sacrelo, so they had decided to have their honeymoon there. In the end, they had only had one meal together and hastily left. She had wondered if she was not being understanding enough; that even though she knew he was busy, she still pushed for a honeymoon. Contents belong However, thinking back, he probably wasn't busy and just did not want to spend time with her.

But now, he's going to fashion week with Gigi Reece?

Jean gave a cold smirk; she must had been laughable in Edgar's eyes.

This flight was seven hours long, and they would only arrive at nine local time. Jean decided to spend the flight sleeping.

"Dear passenger, we will be going through some turbulence, please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts."

Jean took down her eye mask and made sure that her seatbelt was tightly fastened. She turned to her side and realized that Edgar was sitting in Miles' seat! His eyes were tightly shut and he looked in pain.

Right, he gets motion sickness.

Jean had realized before that he would get sick every time they got on a plane. So, she always had meds! with her After carrying it for so many years, it was a habit. She reached into her pocket and grabbed the meds but hesitated when she glanced at Edgar once again.

The plane continued to shake.

Edgar's eyes were still tightly shut and his face was deathly pale. As she looked at him again she suddenly remembered that if his condition. worsened, he could faint or, even worse, go into shock.

If she let him die, she would be avenging her father and her whole family.

Jean's eyes dimmed as she continued to look at Edgar.

"Dear passenger, please stay in your seats."

Miles must have gone to grab some medicine and couldn't come back because of the turbulence.

Edgar's head was against the headrest, and beads of sweat flowed from his forehead. He felt like his heart was about to burst. His brows were joined in a line, and his joints were stiff. If this went on, he would surely...

Suddenly, he felt an icy sensation on his forehead. It was as if the hand had mysterious powers and could soothe the ache in his head. He popped a pill into his mouth, and as he was on the verge of fainting, he swallowed it directly.

"Who is it?" he rasped. He struggled to open his eyes and only saw a blurry figure that resembled Jean leaving his side. He reached out to grab her but only grabbed onto air.