Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 168

Chapter 168 Who?

The whole car reeked of Jean's perfume. Andy smiled, "I've told you Edgar still cares for his ex-wife." Gigi glared furiously, "Can you send someone to mutilate her pretty face?"

Andy raised his eyebrow and remarked slyly, "What a shame to ruin such a pretty face?"

"Don't tell me you like her pretty face too." Gigi bulged her eyes and slapped his groping hands on her body. Andy leaned over to comfort her, "Don't be an over-scrutinizer. I'm not a player like Edgar. I only like you."

Hearing his affirmation, Gigi calmed down a bit. But in the next second, Andy pinched her chin rather forcefully, "Yet you are so eager to marry Edgar Royden. Will you still submit to me after marrying him?"

His eyes were instantly covered with hostility; his firm grip hurt Gigi's chin. She glowered in pain and, in a distressing manner, broke away from the man's captive, "Of course."

Her relationship with Andy was raveled confoundedly. Not to mention he possessed their explicit intimate photos, even the child in her womb belonged to Andy.

Andy loosened his grip on her chin. "Come along with me on a business trip; I will eliminate Jean from Edgar's sight."

"Really?"

Gigi was delighted. She hopped on Andy, "Then do it right away. The news I spread won't hold much longer."

The Garrison Group belonged to Edgar currently. The Royden family would definitely replace ways to hold the news down.

The situation would go out of control once the news traveled.

Andy embraced the woman in his arms, "Sure. Kiss me then."

"Naughty......"

Gigi protested coquettishly while obliging his demand.

Jean had arrived at the training ground, but Ben hadn't made his appearance yet.

She didn't think much of it. She hopped into a car and drove two laps until she realized that something was wrong with the car.

"Sonny, how's the car condition?" Jean summoned Sonny to a corner and asked inquisitively, "Who inspected the car today?"

"It was Santos. What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Sonny asked while recording the data.

Jean glanced at the person leaning against the door in the distance and smiled like she used to, "Nothing, just asking. Gotta check on the inspection personnel as well." "Don't worry, I'm on it personally."

Jean reciprocated with an affirmative, went back to the training ground, and drove a few more laps to confirm her observation.

"Not bad. The speed has improved!" Sonny was thrilled looking at the data board.

Meanwhile, as Jean was driving the car, her hands started shaking and sweating. Her car malfunctioned in passing a moment ago.

If she hadn't secured the steering wheel and redirected the car in time, she would have hit the fence or worst, the car would have completely flipped itself over.

She drew a deep breath before she entered the locker room. She didn't remove her helmet because she didn't want to let her team member notice her anxiety and fear. "Sonny, is Jean okay? Why does she keep wearing the helmet?"

"She's probably trying to keep her image in check. Don't wanna expose her messy hair. Go on and do what you do, don't be nosy." Sonny shooed away the curious boys. Immediately afterwards, he received a message from Jean.

Sonny was shocked reading her message. He grabbed his phone and walked over to Jean immediately.

Jean freed herself and sat on the floor against the lockers. She removed her gloves and exposed her sprained left wrist. The excruciating pain prevented her from moving her wrist. With cold sweat on her forehead, she wrapped her wrist with a towel while taking short and quick breaths.

Then, she heard approaching footsteps outside the locker room.

Jean furrowed. She was almost certain that the person who inspected the car today must have been bribed. She almost stumbled into their same old trickery.

She had sent a message to warn Sonny of the peril and called Ben on his phone but couldn't get through. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw an oncoming figure through the door gap.

Has the enemy in the dark discovered their misguided attempt to kill her and know that she's injured as a result? Thinking so, Jean quickly looked around for a self-defense tool. She found a bag of detergent powder in a corner.

In a critical moment like this, it would be better to burst forth than staying put and risk getting caught.

She held her breath and stared at the door until the person entered the room.

Splash!

She hurled the bag of detergent powder towards the intruder.

The detergent powder strewn all over and smeared the intruder. The intruder shot his steely gaze at Jean.

"Why are you here?"

Edgar's abrupt appearance caught her off guard.

Seeing that she was unharmed, Edgar simply dusted the detergent powder off his clothes. "Let's go. The car is outside." Jean knotted her brows, "I'm not leaving."

Why would she leave now? She had yet to replace out the culprit behind the malfunctioned car and murder attempt.

Was Edgar trying to stop her from replaceing out the culprit?

Edgar felt belittled by her wary eyes.

His eyes turned solemn, "Don't need to wait for Ben. He won't be coming today."

"How do you know?" Jean was still defensive.

With a grave look, Edgar yanked her out from hiding behind the locker. "I just know."

Today was the HBR Leadership Summit opening ceremony. Myer had previously announced that his son would tag along to the event. It was an official introduction for Ben to meet his business partners as wel as to pave the path for Ben to integrate better into the industry.

The father and son must have been very busy socializing now. How would Ben have the time to take care of her?

Edgar had always been a lone ranger. This morning, he left the event without hesitation after receiving the news and no one dared to comment on his absence.

He narrowed his eyes to a slit, grabbed her forearm and asked coldly, "What's wrong with your wrist?"

"Don't worry about it."

Jean clumsily attempted to retract her hand.

But the man was faster than her. He pulled her hand and the gap between them inevitably shortened.

Jean was upset. She turned her cold face away to avoid intimate physical contact.

She knew her head would touch his chin if she looked up.

Edgar was worried that he might hurt her, so he carefully removed the towel from her wrist. And he made sure to check if she had any fractures on her wrist.

Jean can't help but grimace in pain. She had a new discovery on Edgar.

She noticed Edgar had never smelled of women's perfume. She had never detected Gigi's choking perfume on him.

Perhaps Gigi is pregnant now and they rarely get intimate...

The next second, she shook her head trying to get rid of the thoughts in her head. Anyway, she had no business in their private life.

"Go to the hospital."

He took off his jacket and covered Jean's head. He was trying to cover her face from being exposed.

Jean pushed his hands away rather awkwardly.

"There is no detergent powder on my jacket." He said that while grabbing her shoulder to lead her out of the locker room.

Jean mumbled but Edgar had no idea what she was saying.

After a detailed scan at the hospital, Jean's wrist was tightly bandaged between a pair of slats.

"It may get a little sore tonight. Remember not to carry heavy objects for the time being. Come back and remove your bandage after two days."

Jean nodded and exited the room.

On the other hand, Edgar was on a phone call with Miles.

"Mr. Royden, Miss Eyer's blood test report is out. She is not pregnant."

The man paused and stared at the woman in front of him. There was disappointment in his voice, "Got it."

He balled his hands into fists when he realized his palpable disappointment.