Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Satisfy Him

Edgar became furious as he turned around and glared at the ash-faced Jean, "What did you say?"

"Mr. Royden, your ears must be failing you. I said, I agree. Do whatever you want as long as the Racing Association comes to a new agreement." It took all of Jean's bravery to say this out loud. She was betting; betting on the chance that Ben Ludwig would take a better turn.

Whatever! What's happened has already happened. Even if Edgar is a pervert, I can just deal with it; it's only one night anyways.

Jean clenched her hands tightly together behind her back, afraid that it would tremble in front of Edgar.

Edgar took quick strides and came to stand in front of Jean. Jean bit her lower lip and tried not to show him that she was afraid. With a quiet voice, she asked, "How about tonight, Mr. Royden?" "Okay, tonight it is."

Edgar left as soon as he said. Once the door shut, all the strength in Jean seemed to leave her, and she stood in a daze, breathing in deeply, "He wouldn't, no matter how things go, he wouldn't..." She could also plead in this way as she knew deep down that she had no idea how Edgar would treat her.

However, Edgar was the only person that could change Ben's fate and give him a clean slate. Jean closed her eyes. I can only do this much.

A few minutes later, Miles knocked on the door, "Ms. Eyer, Mr. Royden's car is waiting for you downstairs."

"Okay."

Jean forced herself up and stepped toward the elevator.

When she got to the car, there were no signs of Edgar, but without questioning anything, Jean got into the car. She had turned her phone to silent but was unconsciously clutching at it. Miles opened the door and instructed the driver to head to Imperial Hotel, but he did not get into the car.

Jean frowned as the car slowly left the parking lot.

Edgar Royden, you just can't be satisfied, can you.

Imperial Hotel was one of the top-rated hotels in Yorktown. It was exclusive, and those that had access to the VIP lounge were probably highly influential in Yorktown.

The moment Jean arrived at the lobby, one of the hotel managers came over to welcome her. "Ms. Eyer? Please follow me."

As Jean walked into this opulent place, every step she took felt like she was walking into battle. The manager brought her to a door on one of the upper levels.

"Please enter."

Jean could not tell what the smile on the manager's face meant. She slowly reached out her hand and pulled open the door.

It wasn't just a hotel room. It had a place for entertainment and drinks too. In the room, it wasn't just Edgar, but several of his friends and business partners were there too.

Is he entertaining guests?

Everyone turned to look at her with her sudden appearance in the room.

Jonathan Jackson even snickered and mocked her, "Isn't this Ms. Eyer? Haha, I can't believe you came all the way here for our dear Mr. Royden.""

To them, Jean was the one that was taking actions and not letting go of Edgar.

Jean followed the light, to see Edgar sitting on a couch alone and holding a wine glass, looking like a king overseeing his subjects. In front of him, Jean was in no place to bargain. She ignored Jonathan's taunts, took a deep breath and walked to stand before Edgar bravely.

'Crash'

The glass in Jonathan's hand fell to the ground. "Oh, sorry, my hand slipped. Ms. Eyer, could you...?"

The muscles in Jean's face tensed and she looked up at Edgar. He gave her a look, and she understood what he wanted her to do. Like a trained servant, she used her hand and some napkins to pick up the glass shards. While she was doing this, she could hear snickers and giggles on the couch.

"Haha, the service really is different from a once convicted princess, she cleans up quite well.”

"I think Mr. Royden is still the best. They've been divorced for so long, yet she still lowers herself in front of him."

Lowering myself? Jean closed her eyes and did not respond. When she had cleaned up the glass shards, she went back to stand by Edgar's side. Edgar was annoyed by her indifferent attitude and downed his glass in one go.

Jean was an opportunist, as soon as she saw that Edgar's glass was empty, she reached over, wanting to pour him another glass.

I need him happy. As long as he is happy, there will be a chance for another outcome regarding the races.

She did not expect Jonathan to stop her before she could even touch his glass.

"That job isn't for you." He said and whistled toward the door. Immediately, the door opened, and in walked several tens of beautiful women with glamorous bodies with smiles on their faces. They called out endearments as they walked into the men's laps. The smiles on the men's faces increased tenfold. One woman even pushed Jean away in attempt to get closer to Edgar.

"Mr. Royden, let me pour you a glass." The beautiful woman did not dare to call him Edgar. She approached him with wine in between her red lips.

Is this how they entertain? Jean avoided looking at the scene and turned her head around. Her attitude of avoidance attracted Edgar's attention. He coldly pushed the woman away from him and beckoned Jean, "Come here."

Jean could feel the jealousy rolling off the two beautiful women.

"Mr. Royden, do you want a drink?" She asked in an exasperated voice while walking over.

His eyes narrowed as he gestured at the scene, "Look at how they are accompanying us."

Jean looked around at the tantalizing and intimate scene.

She forced her lips to move as she replied, "Apologies, Mr. Royden, I only know how to serve drinks."

Edgar threw his glass at the wall in anger, and shattered glass fell to the floor. He swept a glance at his watch and said with a voice that could freeze the North Pole. "You have seven hours until the news of the Thunderbolt Cup is announced tomorrow."

If I don't satisfy him, the Racing Association will release the fake results to the public. Then, it will be hard for the Black Horses to make a comeback, and worse, the culprit will go unpunished.

Jean gritted her teeth as she was being pushed to the edge of a cliff.

Edgar released his tightly clenched fists, and he was elated at heart. It seems, Jean doesn't really like Ben.

However, Jean suddenly drank from a cup and walked toward him with the liquid in her mouth. She showed no signs of hesitation as she closed the distance between them. She leaned an arm on the couch, then pressed her lips to his, letting the wine flow from her mouth to his. Her action captured the attention of everyone around them.

Jonathan's boisterous laughter rang out as he mocked, "The princess of Eyer Group still lowers her head to Mr. Royden."

"Stop talking. Let's go, Edgar doesn't look too happy." Brad White advised him.

"Go?"

Jonathan could not say anything else before Edgar lifted Jean up and walked into a bedroom.

Jean felt like her world had been turned upside down. She lay on the bed, and in the next second, Edgar had taken off his tie and was pressing against her body. His eyes burned like pits of fire. "You'll do anything just for him?”

Jean tried to push him away as he held onto her chin forcefully.

"It was you who..."

Jean tried to explain when she was interrupted by his lips on her. Jean struggled against him, but he was too powerful.

"You'll do anything I ask? How did you become so pitiful after divorcing me?"