Chapter 35


    Chapter 35 He Destroyed It With His Own Hands


    “Mr. Royden can’t have been following us, right?” Ben Ludwigughed, blocking the door. “What’s the


    matter, do you regret it?”


    “What do you mean.”


    Frost filled Edgar Royden’s eyes. He smelled a faint scent of alcohol on Ben Ludwig, and a picture of


    Jean Eyer drinking wine appeared in his mind.


    He underestimated her.


    Mixing around with a bunch of men.


    Ben Ludwig didn’t know what he was thinking of and warned him. “Even though Jean Eyer didn’t


    ept my proposal today, I won’t give up. Sooner orter, she’ll be mine. Your fate together hase


    to an end. If you know better, don’t disturb her anymore.”


    In the beginning, he wouldn’t have let Jean Eyer marry such scum if he hadn’t been one step toote!


    “Move.”


    With a thin, cold face, Edgar Royden walked forward and pushed Ben Ludwig away with his shoulders.


    As he came to the sink, the mirror reflected his ice-cold face. “I won’t pick up what has been thrown


    out. Mr. Ludwig may be fond of doing this, but I’m not.”


    “What did you say!”


    Ben Ludwig red at him with his eyes wide open and was about to take a swing at him. He didn’t care


    how much power Edgar Royden had. He would go all out for Jean Eyer.


    As a matter of fact, he’d wanted to beat Edgar Royden up for a long time.


    Marrying Gigi Reece and leaving such a wonderful woman like Jean Eyer behind?


    At the same time, Edgar Royden saw what he was up to. A meaningful look crossed his eyes, and he


    was ready to take Ben Ludwig on.


    At this moment, a voice called out from outside the door. “Ben Ludwig,e and look after Jean Eyer,


    she’s drunk!”


    Ben Ludwig stopped immediately.


    “I don’t want to see you here around her again!”


    He turned and ran towards the private room.


    Edgar Royden heard the footsteps distant and slowly loosened his clenched fists. What was up with


    this long-lost feeling of fury?


    He must be crazy. Was he about to get into a fight all because of Jean Eyer?


    …


    In the private room, Jean Eyer was hugging the back of the chair and refused to stand up no matter


    what. Her hands held an empty wine ss. “Let’s drink more, I’m happy today!”


    Ben Ludwig didn’t know tough or to cry looking at her red, puffy face.


    “Jean Eyer, let go. I’ll pour you a new ss.”


    “Really?”


    Jean Eyer sat up and passed the wine ss over. She scrunched up her eyes and stared at Ben


    Ludwig for a while. “Mm, my best bro!”


    Everyoneughed at this. Ben Ludwig shook his head helplessly and poured her a cup of water.


    “The wine is finished. Drink this first, I’ll buy moreter.”


    Jean Eyer looked at him, then at the wine ss. She mumbled to herself and looked down while


    holding her ss.


    By the look of it, she seemed to have been coaxed by him.


    Ben Ludwig called Sonny Kalzarc to one side and passed him a card. “Sonny, I’ll send her back first. I


    have to trouble you with the rest of the evening.”


    “No problem. Actually, she didn’t drink all that much. We didn’t know that she would get drunk from one


    ss. Go ahead and send her back.”


    Sonny Kalzarc went on to urge the rest of the team to drink more.


    Ben Ludwig held on to Jean Eyer with one hand and her bag with the other while they walked out.


    On the other end of the corridor, Edgar Royden had just finished his meeting. He watched their figures


    from afar as he talked on the phone to someone from hispany. It was as if there was something


    stuck in his chest.


    Ben Ludwig held on to Jean Eyer and berated her. “Your alcohol tolerance didn’t use to be this bad.


    You can’t drink so much even if you’re happy today!”


    Pfft.


    Jean Eyer patted his shoulder whileughing and opened her eyes. She stuck out her tongue yfully.


    “I was just joking!”


    “What!”


    Ben Ludwig swung his arms. “Do you know how heavy you are? My arms are about to break from


    holding on to you.”


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    Jean Eyer took her bag. “I can’t help it, I’m too tired today. I was afraid to be a killjoy if I were to tell


    them that I wanted to leave first, I’m sorry.”


    She grinned and shed a harmless, innocent smile.


    She wouldn’t tell Ben Ludwig that she overheard the conversation between him and Edgar Royden on


    her way back from the washroom.


    She smiled to hide how she really felt.


    How could she let Ben Ludwig get hurt because of her? As for what Edgar Royden said about her, no


    harm, no foul.


    Someone who could destroy her family like that was heartless.


    “Wait for me here, I’ll drive over.” said Ben Ludwig. He threw his jacket over Jean Eyer’s shoulder and


    ran quickly to the parking lot.


    Jean Eyer shivered in the night wind and wrapped the jacket little tight around her.


    As she watched Ben Ludwig leave, she saw another car with the car te 4411 drive over at the same


    time.


    This was Edgar Royden’s private car. He would usually use this car when he was driving.


    Jean Eyer looked away subconsciously. She didn’t want to see him.


    But for some reason, Edgar Royden stopped in front of her and rolled down the windows. “Get in.”


    Even a few steps away, Jean Eyer was startled for a bit. “I think you have the wrong person.”


    The man’s hand that was gripping the steering wheel tightened for a second. He turned his head, and


    his eyes were frost. “I would recognize your face even if it turned to ash. Get in the car.”


    His gaze traveled to the jacket around her and became even more impatient.


    Jean Eyer looked left and right. “You can’t be trying to talk to me in private to ask for the prize money


    back! If you want to do something that’s so out of the question, I’ll definitely get the paparazzi to expose


    you.”


    How crude and vulgar.


    The first thing out of her mouth was about money.


    Edgar Royden stared at her face and said, “How are you so coarse nowadays, Jean Eyer?”


    Jean Eyer couldn’t help butugh. “Mr. Royden, you might not understand what I’m going through


    these days. The fact that I’m not stealing or robbing is great. Also, I just want to remind you that there’s


    nothing we have to say to each other.”


    Another car pulled up behind the ck car. Ben Ludwig honked his horn. Jean Eyer swept past the


    window of Edgar Royden and opened Ben Ludwig’s car door.


    Both of them even smiled at each other. That scene was firmly nted onto Edgar Royden’s rearview


    mirror.


    The man turned his head and watched as Ben Ludwig stepped on the gas and sped off from his side.