Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 438

Chapter 438

The lady smiled and raised her glass to Jean, "My nephew has always been liberal and does what he wants.I apologize if he has caused you trouble."

"I think you've misunderstood us. We're..."

Jean started to explain calmly but was interrupted by Charles.

"Alright, alright. Let's go over there."

He placed his arm around her shoulders and led her inside.

Jean raised her eyebrows, ready for a fight.

"Ms.Eyer, you need to continue this act.All I've done today will be for naught if you break character"

Charles said as he fiddled with his tie.

"ugh, this is so uncomfortable."

It was obvious he wasn't used to wearing stuffy suits.

Jean turned to look at him and mumbled impatiently, "When can you replace the person I'm looking for?"

She feared things would get out of control if they kept putting it off.

"Ten minutes. Give me ten more minutes." Charles replied quickly.

It wasn't a difficult request.

Jean attracted many people's attention as she stood by him.

Whenever someone came to chat with them, Charles would greet them and hold a conversation amicably while Jean wandered off mentally.

"It's been ten minutes."

She frowned at Charles.

"Okay, let's go then"

Charles said as he looked at her.

He shrugged off his coat, threw it to the doorman, and brought Jean to the sports car in front.

"Mr.Charles!"

The servants called out, but Charles dodged them. He drove the car out the gates and took the coastal route to the West.

"This isn't the way to the embassy.I want to get off."

Jean noted her observation as she clutched the seatbelt. Her hair was wind-blown as she stared at the man driving. Since he isn't keeping to his promises, I'm not going to just sit and listen to him.

Jean took off her seatbelt and launched herself into the backseat.

"You..."

Charles was speechless. How can she put her life on the line like that? The car's going at such a fast speed.

"It's not that I don't want to take you to the embassy. But think about it, do you think anyone there can help you replace a refugee? Even if they do, they will send that person to prison." Charles' eyes were glazed over with deep thought.

"That's why I never believe the police." He continued with a laugh.

Jean was brimming with anxiety in the backseat.

But she could feel the car slowing down, so she became less uptight. She was used to fast cars as she had gone through training during her racing days.

That was the only reason she was confident in jumping into the backseat. She didn't know her training would benefit her in this way.

"Charles, I'll be really grateful if you can replace her."

Jean's voice was breathy, as though the wind had carried her words away.

"Will you then agree to my request?" The man asked with a smile as he held the steering wheel.

"It depends on the request"

"Hold on. I'm going to accelerate; the man said with a smile as he shook his head. The man drove on, going further and further out of the city. Jean's frown slowly intensified as she watched the city's skyline get smaller. They were on a winding road and could not see where the road ended. Charles did not slow down.

He even had the leisure to chat with Jean, "The person you're trying to replace is quite young.Is she your friend?"

"It's my sister" Jean said quietly.

"Are you...a refugee as well?"

There was a deeper meaning behind his words.

"No.Charles nodded his head thoughtfully, "True, you wouldn't have appeared on the boat if you were a refugee.Especially with an expensive ticket."

Jean had attended in spontaneity, and that was the only ticket available.

"How much longer?" Jean asked worriedly as the roads were getting bumpier.

"We're almost there," he said with a turn of the steering wheel.

A little village appeared before them, and Charles continued, "They bring all the refugees here. Your sister should be here"

Jean's frown tightened. Why didn't the embassy tell me there was such a place? With one glance, Charles knew what she was thinking.

"Shady business goes down in this kind of place. Nobody will tell you. Only I can tell you because this is part of the Rothschild family business."

Jean was stunned.

Never in a million years would she think such a prominent family as the Rothschilds would be involved in shady businesses.

Charles snickered, "There's no such thing as a clean business in this world. Less to say, an innocent businessman"

He opened the car door and walked in.

Jean took a few slow breaths and followed.

"Mr.Charles! What brings you here?"

The guard walked over.

When he noticed Jean behind, he subconsciously took out his gun and aimed it at Jean. Her heart leaped into her throat, and she did not dare to take one more step forward. "Put it down.She's one of us. Bring me to see the newcomers."

Charles ordered.

The guard immediately heeded his orders, yet Jean couldn't calm down. She followed them with quick steps. She didn't dare step a foot out of line.

Charles could have her killed with one order, and the embassy wouldn't go against the Rothschilds to look for her.

Or maybe, they were bribed to give me the wrong information.

"They're all here."

The man pushed open an iron gate to show a dark room with about a dozen people sitting inside. The people inside blocked their faces from the harsh light.

"Is she here?" Charles asked her, but Jean was shocked by the scene.

She slowly clenched her hands into fists and tried to calm herself. She looked at each of them deliberately, whether female or male, but there was no Gigi Reece.

"No." Jean shook her head.

"Is there no one else?"

Charles glared at his subordinate fiercely. He said a few more things in the local dialect, but Jean could hear the bite in his words.

"There were two more, but..."

The man hurriedly replied. He brought them to another room.

The door creaked as he pushed it open.

There were two people sitting in two corners.

One of them was Gigi. Her head was lowered, and her hair covered her line of vision. Her clothes had become rags; there was dirt on her arms and legs, and her body shook uncontrollably. "There's no hope for her, Mr.Charles! She caught something while on the way here. Even if she gets treated, she won't have long."

"Gigi!"

Jean called out and was about to run over, but Charles stopped her.

"No.It's contagious.

"Let me go.I need to know she's alive."

Charles released her, but the guard advised, "Mr.Charles, you cannot go any closer. The doctor's been and said there is no hope for them"