Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 356

Chapter 356 Her Thorns Came Out Once She Saw Him

At the entrance of the clubhouse, Jean was stopped by the security guard and couldn't enter. She took out her cell phone. "Let me in. Otherwise, I'm going to call the police and report that there is illegal business going on here."

"Miss, if you're deliberately making trouble, don't blame us for being rude." Seeing the commotion, the manager walked over. "We're running a legitimate business. Don't slander us!"

As he was speaking, he flashed a sneaky look at the security guards nearby. "Make her leave." "I want to see who has the nerve to lay a finger on her." "Mr. Royden!"

When the manager saw Edgar walking over, he immediately tried to flatter him. "What a surprise to see you here. Please, come in."

Edgar didn't look at the manager. He wrinkled his brows as he walked in front of Jean. "Follow me."

Jean shook her head. "I have unfinished business."

No wonder he had called her. He must have seen her get into the cab.

But at that moment, she didn't have the heart to talk with him.

"Mr. Royden, it's not that we don't want to do it for your sake. It's just that this lady doesn't know the rules. I have no other way. I can only do things according to the rules." The manager looked down.

"Is what I say of no use?" Edgar said slowly. His voice was unbelievably cold as he glanced at the people at the entrance sharply.

In an instant, all of them froze.

They didn't dare move a muscle as they looked at each other.

It wasn't funny. They would have to be fearless in the face of death if they provoked Edgar in Yorktown.

The manager could only summon his courage as he forced a smile onto his face. "Mr. Royden, please don't make things difficult for us. If our boss replaces out, she will fire me." "Your boss..."

Jean wanted to ask about it at once.

But before she could finish her question, she was lifted from the waist and carried on the man's shoulders as he strode toward the black limousine far away.

"Put me down."

She kept struggling and wrestling with her hands and feet.

She suddenly remembered that his arm was still injured. "Are you crazy, Edgar?"

But she stopped struggling.

When she was thrown into the car, she turned and wanted to get out from the other side.

But he pushed her back on the back seat.

The driver immediately turned away. He didn't have the nerve to witness such an interesting scene.

"You!"

He held onto Jean's hand tightly. She was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

But she was forced to lift her head to look at him. The good-looking face in front of her wasn't pleasing to look at. She furrowed her brows and gritted her teeth with each word, "What on earth are you doing, Edgar?"

"What are you trying to do by going in?" There were dark, inexplicable, and complicated feelings in Edgar's eyes.

"I want to think about it slowly inside."

He lifted his hand, and there was exhaustion in his voice. "When can you learn to behave? Don't act all thorny when you see me."

He had been helping her and taking care of her everywhere she went. Why didn't she trust him!

If he ignored it and just let her go in, not only would it be useless, but she would also be the topic of ridicule and criticism.

He had just received the news from Miles and found out everything. He could understand how furious Jean was feeling at that time. Starting from the matter with Jean to the poisoning of the employee, it had everything to do with the clubhouse and Ranford International.

It was why Jean would come to investigate.

But he couldn't just let her take such chances.

People like Serena had to be taken down in one hit. She couldn't be given a second chance because the people she interacted with were people from that side. If she really plotted, it would be hard to prevent an attack.

Jean lifted her hand with force but to no avail. She was held down by him, and she couldn't move.

She gritted her teeth. "Edgar, do you understand English? I've told you many times that I don't need you to interfere in my matters, nor do I need your help. Let me go now."

She could accept help from anyone but Edgar.

But if she was being stubborn, he would be more stubborn than her.

"This isn't up for negotiation. You either listen to me regarding this matter or you can't go anywhere."

As he spoke, he trapped Jean in his coat and got into the car.

In an instant, her olfactory senses were filled with the man's scent. Jean tore the coat off forcefully. "Alright. I will listen to you, but you have to first let me go in and ask them." She had to know the reason why, at the very least.

If it was a business rivalry, she could play along unconditionally. She could accept being stood up or being stabbed in the back.

But why did they have to use a person's life to put on such a show?

"I just want to ensure Julie's personal safety. I'll leave after that. Can I do that?" This was her final baseline.

The man was silent.

"She's an employee of my company. I have to be responsible." Jean's voice fell. She was helpless and frustrated. "Even if she was bribed by someone to deceive me, I want to ask her about it personally." "Why..."

Edgar was about to tell her off, but as he started to speak, he made an effort to swallow all of his words.

"Alright. I'll take you there."

Edgar could drive to the parking lot of the clubhouse.

Seeing his car plate, no one dared to stop him.

The manager was at the entrance and saw Edgar's car from afar. Seeing them enter the clubhouse's parking lot, he immediately called and informed his superiors, "Edgar has brought Jean in." There was an air of feasting and pleasure-seeking on the inside. It was very lively.

Once Edgar appeared, Jean wasn't stopped. In fact, she was treated as a VIP guest.

Men and women were gyrating to loud and wild music on the dance floor.

"This way, Mr. Royden." Someone came up to Edgar and said something in his ears.

Jean wasn't interested in replaceing out, but the person pulled Edgar with force.

From her perspective, the man's back was broad. His suit made his back seem even straighter. He turned his arm and grabbed Jean tightly, pulling her into his arms.

"Let's go."

Jean furrowed her brows, displeased. She wanted to struggle, but he was faster than her and hugged her tighter.

They didn't take the stairs but the sightseeing elevator instead. It bolted to the highest level.

The elevator opened again, and it was a lot quieter.

It was filled with luxurious, private VIP rooms. Guests who could enter such an area were of a different caliber.

Jean sized up the surrounding area subconsciously. She saw that the glass had been treated specially so that no one could clearly see what was happening in the private room.

"This way, Mr. Royden." The manager led them in.

Jean looked at Edgar's grave expression.

She could faintly hear male and female voices coming from the private rooms. They sounded very affectionate and lustful.

Is this the social niceties of men?

This is why they don't entertain female clients. How laughable.

Serena had actively schemed to set up such a place. The only reason was to receive more business information, and such tricks were too lowly.

Jean frowned as she asked, "You come here often, don't you?"

Who was Edgar? He was someone that the entire business world wanted to curry favor with. Too many people were begging him to work with them. With such a special place around, everyone would be outdoing each other to invite Mr. Royden here.

"No. I've never been here."