Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Remember to Send Me an Invitation

"I'm busy." Edgar walked away without even sparing a glance at Ally. Ally pouted and muttered, "I thought you guys were close. Turns out that Jean's just having wishful thoughts."

"What did you say?" Edgar had a sharp sense of hearing. He narrowed his eyes and glared at the bold Ally. He had interacted with Harry Sans before, so he knew the old fox was extremely cunning despite his gentle look. In fact, Harry was even more ruthless than Gary.

So, Edgar wouldn't expect Ally, Harry's daughter, to be any kinder. Sure enough, Ally deliberately said it so that Edgar could hear her.

Seeing that Edgar stopped, she quickly continued, "Jean has once told me that she regretted divorcing you. She even said that she'd like to talk to you if there's a chance. Otherwise, she wouldn't agree to stay next to you, I guess." Ally wore a smile.

Edgar scoffed. "It's hard to believe she said that." Ally nodded. "It's true. The fashion week is starting tomorrow. I can get my colleagues out of the room to give you and Jean some space to talk."

Saying that, she stuffed Jean's bags into Edgar's hand and strode into Jean's room. Edgar had no idea what she told the other colleagues, but the group soon left the room.

Thereafter, Jean clawed at the edge of the door with a bottle of wine in her other hand. "The crab meat is delicious. Why don't you give it a taste before you go?"

Edgar frowned. This woman simply looks like an uneducated person. If Gary knew the daughter whom he raised wholeheartedly now became like a gangster, he would not be able to rest in peace. Edgar walked up to Jean and threw her bags at her before walking into her room.

Jean was startled. "You..."

Edgar sat down on a couch with his legs crossed and stared at Jean sternly. "Tomorrow's event is extremely important to Royden Group. You better inform me beforehand how you plan to let me meet Mr. Oprah?"

If Jean dared to fool him, he would definitely make her stew in her own juice.

"Tomorrow's not here yet. Relax." Jean muttered and went back to her seat. Then, she took another piece of crab and devoured it.

Edgar's expression turned frosty.

The sight of the table full of delicacies and Jean savoring them made Edgar's stomach grumble.

Before he realized it, Edgar had already reached out his hand to open a meal box that was still sealed.

The next second, Jean stopped him. "You can have this. That's mutton."

Edgar's hand hung midair for a moment before he pulled it back.

She still remembers that I don't eat mutton.

He gazed at Jean, who was still looking absent-minded.

He could remember how they were on bad terms a year ago. Back then, they were dying to tear each other apart whenever they met.

Edgar reckoned Jean still hated him now, but she had become mature and knew how to protect herself.

He leaned against the couch and had an indescribable feeling.

After fully satisfying her appetite, Jean burped impetuously.

She wiped her mouth and said, "I've once helped Old Madam Oprah. Mr. Oprah promised that he'll grant me a request."

"Then you can directly ask him to accept Royden Group as their business partner." Edgar went straight to the point.

Jean frowned. "That's outrageous. It won't work. We've already divorced, and you're seeing someone else. If I bring up this request, he'll surely think something is fishy about Royden Group, and it'll only disrupt our plan."

Besides, Jean didn't intend to let Edgar achieve his goal so easily.

"What's your plan then?" Edgar asked.

"I haven't thought about it. We'll see as it goes. Also, it's about time for you to start preparing for your wedding with Gigi. Remember to send me an invitation!" Jean grinned.

Flustered at the grin, Edgar stood up and left the room.

The moment he closed the door, he saw Linda walking out of Gigi's room.

Linda was a bundle of nerves when she saw Edgar coming out of Jean's room.

Oh my goodness! It seems like Mr. Royden really intends to reconcile with Jean this time!

Linda did not dare to meet Edgar's gaze and scurried into the lift with her head lowered.

The opening ceremony and red-carpet event were happening on the first day of Kherl Fashion Week.

The guests started arriving at the venue around five in the evening. Most of the guests were celebrities and fashionistas, while the more reputable public figures showed up toward the end. Gigi woke up early in the morning to prepare for her styling. She was irritated looking at her pale look in the mirror.

"Thanks to that b*tch, I wasn't able to sleep well the past few days. Look at those dark circles!"

She frowned and ordered the makeup artist, "I want heavy makeup, the most eye-catching one!"

She thought only heavy makeup could conceal the imperfections on her face, but the makeup artist hesitated. "Miss Gigi, your outfits and accessories are already pre-arranged. If you insist on changing the makeup style at the last minute, it might not match your outfits. What about this-let's follow the original arrangement today, and I'll set another style for you during the closing ceremony. What do you think?" Rebecca stood aside with the accessory box in her hand as she listened to the conversation.

Gigi flared up. "No way! Do you know how important the event today is to me? I only request to change my makeup. Is that too much to ask for?! If you're not capable of doing it, get someone else here!" The makeup artist was very experienced, so she was annoyed when an insignificant celebrity like Gigi scowled at her.

"Sure. Get someone who's willing to put on makeup for you then!"

With that, the makeup artist left.

Linda quickly went after the makeup artist to pacify her. At once, silence was restored in the room.

Gigi knitted her brows. As the beloved daughter of the Reece family, she was used to throwing a tantrum and scowling at others. Little did she expect that the makeup artist would leave out of rage. Knowing that they were running short of time, Gigi looked at Rebecca all of a sudden and commanded, "Come and put on makeup for me."

"Me?" Rebecca instantly shook her head. "I'm just an assistant. I can't break the rules and use the makeup artist's tools."

Gigi snapped, "If you refuse to, I'll expose your deeds to everyone."

Subtle hatred flashed across Rebecca's eyes. She was done with being threatened and scowled at by Gigi.

Jean is right. When faced with someone like Gigi, I need to go along with her instructions.

At that thought, Rebecca wore a smile and answered, "Okay, I'll give it a try."

It was only then Gigi nodded in satisfaction.

However, when she changed into her gown after the makeup was done, she realized the accessories didn't match the gown at all.

"What's going on here? Go and get the person-in-charge from MON & Co. They should've sent someone to check the outfits." Linda instructed an assistant.

A few minutes later, Anna brought Jean into the room.

Everyone was as busy as a bee, and Anna, too was, snowed under with work.

"Miss Anna, look at what your subordinate has prepared for us. These accessories don't match the gown at all, and they look cheap."

Anna glanced at the accessories and noticed something was off indeed.

"Jean, didn't you communicate with the artist beforehand?"