Chapter 30


    Chapter 30 Pretending Noblesse Oblige


    “Would you let my family and my father off the hook if I told you the truth? Would you forgo your ns


    to ruin my family?”


    Jean snarled as she stepped towards him menacingly. Edgar had never seen the smile on her face


    before – a smile was like a sh across her face that never reached her eyes.


    The thought of saying ‘Yes’ crossed his mind, but he felt the words clump in his throat like a piece of


    stubborn phlegm. “Hah! You don’t have to pretend.” Jean smirked as she turned away from him.


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    Jean is so different. Edgar thought as he watched her walk away from him. When he went to his car,


    Edgar tore his baseball cap off and threw it on the passenger seat.


    Just as he nned to drive out of the venue, he saw Ben holding Jean by her wrist towards a car. “Are


    you okay? You look pale. I’ll send you back.”


    “I might be low on blood sugar as I skipped my breakfast.” Jean mumbled. “I’ll treat you to a meal then!”


    Ben said as he stomped on his elerator. Jean leaned back as the cool evening breeze scattered her


    short hair. “The trophy will be ours!”


    …


    Once Edgar arrived home, a servant brought him a towel before informing him that the staff would be


    leaving. This had been how the Roydens ran their family affairs, making him the only man in the house.


    Edgar waggled his hand to dismiss his servant before going to his study with his phone in hand. Gigi


    sent him a voice message and some photographs.


    “Edgar, I’m taking care of myself in my confinement period. I just had some nutritious food. When will


    you being to see our child?”


    Our child? She goes on and on about the child, but she has never indicated that she was remorseful.


    Edgar did not try to meet her, and he was a stickler about not changing his decision, especially since


    he decided to teach Gigi a lesson on the methods of the Royden family. It was high time she learnt not


    to push his buttons.


    He slumped into his sofa and shut his eyes to rest, but all he saw was Jean.


    He tiredly opened his eyes and turned the television to watch the preliminarypetition. I’m sure that


    they will have a rerun for thepetition.


    As he had predicted, there was a rerun of thepetition. However, he had eyes for Ben’s car only.


    Once the upants of the car leapt out of the car, he watched Jean and Ben high-five each other. HIs


    eyes raked all over her face and her body, and he was astounded that he had never seen such joy on


    her face before.


    How could she never tell me anything about her experience in racing? Based on her performance, she


    must have invested a lot of time into learning the craft of racing well.


    “Why am I surprised? She is an Eyer! They never wear their emotions on their sleeves.”


    He massaged his temples in frustration as he switched the television off.


    He hated how Jean could y him like he was a fiddle.


    Soon, it was the day of thepetition!


    “Wee,dies and gentlemen, to the Goblet of mes! Take your seats! Thepetition will begin


    soon. Here, we have the first car on camera…”


    With the announcement, all the drivers geared up for thepetition.


    Jackson stared at Ben’s car and at Jean and snarled. “It was my mistake in the preliminaries that


    allowed them to win, but did they think that they would win?”


    He hacked and spat rudely as he red at them.