Chapter 49


    Chapter 49 Doesn’t Swing that Way


    “Edgar!” It was Gigi Reece. She appeared beside him and called to him sweetly. Jean nced towards


    the source of that call. If Edgar’s disapproval wasn’t enough, looking at his new lover broke her heart.


    “Why are you here?” scowled Edgar. His eyes narrowed onto Gigi for a response. Gigi replied with a


    smile, “I needed to meet up with my father to discuss things. I just happened to bump into you here.”


    Naturally, she received word of Edgar’s location from Andy Shaw. She put on her makeup and rushed


    over. I happened to observe Jean and Edgar exiting the elevator together, which was unexpected.


    That tramp must havee to seduce him. Luckily, I caught them in time! Gigi smiled and took his


    arm. “You promised before that you would apany me to dinner tonight. Didn’t you say that you


    would also be a guest at my house?”


    When Edgar turned back to find Jean after ignoring Gigi’s words, her silhouette was gone. “Edgar, it’s


    just for one night. All right?”


    “Not tonight. Some other time.” Edgar turned around and went back to the elevator.


    …


    Jean had hailed a cab to travel to the designated address from Monica. It didn’t take too long before


    she realized the driver was going in the wrong direction.


    “Sir, did you take the wrong turn?”


    The driver was wearing a face mask. Without warning, he stomped onto the elerator and drove into


    a small alleyway. There were about three to five men that grabbed Jean from the car.


    She didn’t have time to run before being restrained by her kidnappers. A few curse words were


    exchanged before someone sedated Jean with a napkin, and she fainted.


    “Well Dumont, these girls are a looker!” “Really outdone yourself…”


    “Zip it. We’ll discuss it back at the ce,” scolded Mr. Wilson. “we have a lot of money on the line.” Mr.


    Wilson spat on the ground and sent a photo of Jean to Gigi Reece.


    Back at the parking lot, Gigi was with Edgar —deliberate in getting him back for dinner. The notification


    bell rang, and Gigi fished out her handphone. She almostughed with joy.


    She was worried Edgar would see the picture, so she stifled her smile. However, Edgar caught her in


    the act and red a cold expression at her.


    Coincidentally, Edgar’s phone rang in turn. He picked up the call, and it was Draco on the other line.


    “The person you told me to spy on got herself into a hairy situation. Again,” said Draco. “so, what will


    you have me do?”


    Edgar’s eyes darkened and recalled Jean smelling of alcohol in the elevator. She was drunk.


    “Send my people to the hotel.”


    Gigi overheard his conversation and became anxious. She needed to do something.


    “Edgar did something happen?” questioned Gigi. She yed out her best crocodile tears in front of


    him.


    Anyone could have been fooled by Gigi’s disy of theatrics, but not Edgar.


    As he continued to hear the voice on the phone, Draco grinned and remarked, “I already know about


    this issue. It has to do with your precious Gigi, somehow.”


    To put it inly, it’s just two women squabbling over a man.


    Hearing this, Edgar frowned. He put down his phone and looked at Gigi Reece, who was wrapping


    herself on his arm like a boa constrictor. “I ought to have requested Miles to tell you, so you could raise


    your child at home in peace.”


    Aware of his displeasure, Gigi immediately exined.


    “Edgar, I came here today to see my dad here. If… If you don’t like me going out, I’ll head back


    immediately!”


    She had this look of devotion —only for Edgar.


    In the end, the man remained calm. For some reason, Gigi in front of him brought up memories of Jean


    from a few years ago.


    After some time, he pressed the car door, “You’re going back to have supper, yes? Then, let’s leave.”


    “That great!”


    Gigi was ecstatic. She pulled Edgar with her into a car.


    If only she were Jean, she would have known that Edgar’s contemptuous look was a precursor to his


    impending rage.


    Unfortunately, Gigi wasn’t aware of this.


    Elsewhere in the night.


    Jean Eyer felt a sharp pain in her head and rubbed her temples. She struggled to sit up straight with


    the smooth bedsheets beneath her.


    She scanned around the unfamiliar environment. Is this a hotel?


    Jean tried to recall the events before losing consciousness. Did those devils shout a name? Draco,


    wasn’t it? Who on earth is Draco?


    She pped her head in frustration but couldn’t recall anything else.


    Thud


    She instantlyy down and pretended to sleep as soon as she heard the sound of the card being


    swiped from the door.


    Jean froze. She squeezed her fist under the quilt as she felt footsteps approaching from behind her.


    Undoubtedly, Jean will fight back vehemently if they do anything out of line.


    Strange, they’re just standing there?


    Jean tried her best to act like she was asleep.


    “Sorry to trouble you at a time like this, Draco. Fortunately, everyone is safe and sound,” said the


    stranger.


    As he spoke, he walked toward the bathroom door.


    Jean heard the sound of the door closing and got up angrily. “Edgar!”


    He found someone to keep her here.


    The nerve of this man…


    This barbarian!


    Jean clenched her teeth in resentment as she heard the sound of water flowing from the bathroom.


    She carefully got out of bed and quietly snuck out of the room while she looked at the clothing hanging


    outside the door.


    Well, a barbarian doesn’t need clothes!


    Ten minutester.


    Edgar finished his shower and reached out for his bathrobe.


    He frowned, realizing something was wrong.


    Edgar looked back at the bed to find the person that once was asleep had gone missing.


    Immediately, a storm of people rushed through the door with cameras and handphones in their hands.


    Someone from the corridor shouted that the famous movie star, Mr. Royden, was in this hotel room.


    I don’t see any movie star. It’s just a sopping man with a towel. He looks like he just took a shower.


    He’s attractive, but he’s not a movie star.


    Edgar mmed the bathroom door and clutched the bath towel around him. “Jean! You brat!”


    What he didn’t anticipate, though, was that this wasn’t the end of the charade. After the mob had left,


    the news was anonymously released.


    “Edgar Royden, famous business tycoon of the city, was found partyingte at a hotel.”


    Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    An image of the hotel room and a picture of him wearing a towel was included with the report.


    Edgar’s eyes were cold when Miles picked him up from the hotel.


    “Mr. Royden, the news is already released,” Miles stated as he shut the automobile door.


    Edgar had a grisly expression painted on his face.


    …


    Gigi received a call from Linda at home. “Gigi, did you and Mr. Royden go to the hotel? Did you read


    the news?”


    “What are you talking about?”


    Gigi frowned in confusion.


    “Did you go to a hotel with Mr. Royden?” queried Linda. Linda finally realized what was going on and


    eximed, “Edgar went to the hotel for the buffets since you were pregnant.”


    “Forget I said anything.”


    The phone disconnected, but Gigi knew something was wrong. She turned on the TV and surfed


    through the news channels. When she found the news Linda was referring to, her eyes widened with


    dismay.


    Winnie knocked on the door. “Gigi, what’s going on? Is the person on the news Edgar? He was so rude


    to your father just now that he left without even finishing his meal. Did he just go to see him farewell?”


    Edgar was really in an affair.


    But with, a man?


    “No, this is the real reason why he divorced Jean Eyer in the first ce!” eximed Winnie.