Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 437

Chapter 437

It was hard to ignore it when the title was so eye-catching.

Jean clicked into it and found out that it was Edgar who had forced Sherry.Her mind went blank as she stared at the fuzzy figure on the phone screen.

"Ms.Eyer?"

The worker called out to her a few times, but she didn't respond.

"Ms.Eyer, are you alright?"

"Yes?"

She returned to her senses and nodded her head once. She put her phone away, trying to control her feelings.

"I checked the entry list of workers but didn't replace the person you asked about.If she is really here, I think it's safe to say she didn't enter the country legally." "Are you saying that...?"

Gigi entered the country illegally! Jean frowned.

"She's..."

"You don't need to worry. We'll try out best to replace her. Whatever happens, we'll make sure you get back to your country safely."

"Thank you." She thanked the worker.

After giving more details about Gigi, she went to stay in a hotel near the embassy.

They needed about two more days to verify if Gigi had entered the country.

At that point, Jean would rather that it was all just Sherry's scheme.

It would be better than replaceing Gigi here and sending her back home.

How could she bear the charges of being an illegal immigrant? As she contemplated the matter, she switched on her phone and scrolled through the news about the assault on Sherry. She went through two vague posts and wanted to search for more but found that the contents had all changed.

There weren't many who could control the media in a single night.

Did Edgar do it to protect his name? Or was it an agreement reached by the two families for mutual benefits? She had trouble sleeping with those thoughts going through her head. As day broke and the sun rose over the horizon, she finally managed to get her emotions under control.

Whatever way the issue progressed had nothing to do with her.

The morning in the seaside town was peaceful.

Jean left the hotel and strolled along the beach.

A luxurious sedan drove up to her.

The driver left his seat and blocked her path.

"Miss, please enter the car"

"You've got the wrong person"

She took a few steps back cautiously.

The driver took out a gold plate.

"Our young master wants to thank you for saving him on the ship and invites you to have lunch. We insist you come with us."

Insist? He opened the door before she could refuse.

"Please."

His expression showed that there was no room for argument.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at a manor downtown.

It took them five minutes just to reach the manor from the gates.

The towering coconut trees on either side of the road were a sight to see.

Anyone could see at a glance that the garden was well-maintained.

The place had an air of grandeur.

"Miss, please. The young master is waiting for you inside."

With a frown between her brows, Jean stepped out of the car unwillingly. She was waiting for news from the embassy and didn't have the time to entertain such invitations. She planned to leave as soon as she met him but didn't expect how extravagant the event would be.

The main hall on the first floor was filled with splendidly dressed women.

Waiters weaved between the guests, serving them with smiles plastered on their faces.

"Jean, you're here." A voice came from behind her.

Charles, who was dressed like a hoodlum on the ship, appeared.

But now he was in proper dress clothes.

white shirt and swallowtail coat were a for his defiant air. He raised a hand and bowed gentlemanly.

"My apologies for inviting you in such a way.I was too busy and didn't have the time to invite you myself. She took a deep breath.

"Come over here"

With those words, she stepped out.

A row of columns along the hallway blocked the shining sun, shielding her from the sunlight. He followed her with a smile.

"Don't worry about your clothes. I've made arrangements for your clothes. They'll be here soon"

"Excuse me, I'm only here to tell you I don't need your thanks, nor am I interested in joining this party.Goodbye' She had a feeling the man before her was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and incompetent. There would be nothing good about getting entangled with him.

"Women are all so heartless.I was planning to give you a surprise, but now..."

Jean had already started walking out with a blank face.

"It's a twenty-minute walk from here." He reminded her.

Jean's footsteps didn't slow down. She walked firmly in the direction of the sun.

Until he said, "Aren't you looking for a woman? I can help you."

How does he know? She finally stopped in her tracks.

Untying his tie, he took a few steps toward her.

"I have all of your information.Needless to say, I know the reason you're here.If you help me with my family, I can replace the person you're looking for today."

"Why should I believe you?"

She gave him a wary look.

He just so happened to appear on the ship the other day. He might have something to do with Sherry. He met her eyes and suddenly furrowed his eyebrows with a wronged look.

"I can see the suspicion in your eyes. That hurts. You can be wary of me, but you shouldn't treat Rothschild Group in that way."

He smirked and led Jean back in.

With his words, Jean suddenly recalled the bronze statue outside the embassy.She had also heard the other tourists' words earlier in the morning.

The Rothschild family was the wealthiest in the area.

They were influential in both political and financial circles.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say they were royalty in the area.

The family only had one unmarried young master.

He was an exceptional, handsome multiracial man, and numerous princesses hoped to date and marry him.

Is it him?

"Have you figured out my identity now?"

Charles smiled widely and quirked an eyebrow.

A dazzling smile hung on his lips.

"Ms. Eyer, I invite you to be my companion."

She looked at the guests in the room.

"I'll only stay for a short while"

Her demeanor was as cold as ever.

Charles felt another sense of defeat.

What he couldn't accept the most was Jean's animosity toward him, even after knowing his identity.

"Charles, this is?"

A woman walked toward them with a smile on her face.

Jean observed her calmly.

The only thing that caught her attention was the bracelet on the woman's wrist.

The design genius, Rebe, had created the proud design last year.

Not even all the riches in the world would be enough to exchange for it.

"Aunt, this is my companion today, Jean Eyer"