Chapter 172


    Chapter 172 No One Will Die


    All that she knew about him was after he had founded Royden Group, people said that he was


    commanding and prompt at work. Jean had tried asking around about him in the past. But no one could


    offer up information.


    Even when Jean’s father agreed to the marriage between Edgar and her, he hadn’t said anything. She


    realized that Edgar was more mysterious than she had thought.


    The lights shook. Jean lowered her eyes. She didn’t want anyone to see through her emotions,


    especially the man before her. They sat silently, each with their own thoughts.


    The air was still. The storm had stopped some time ago. Yet the cemetery was more hair-raising than


    before. Jean shut her eyes tightly, hindering her line of sight from straying to the open space outside.


    Her heartbeat quickened. She was afraid. “Hold this.”


    Edgar’s cold voice broke the silence. Jean felt at ease at that moment. She raised her head and took


    the hot water bottle from him. “It’s hot.”


    He furrowed his eyebrows. He pulled a nket from the side and wrapped the bottle in it loosely. He


    handed it to her again. It was cool enough to touch.


    He moved to the other side of the room, leaving enough space between them for Jean to feel safe.


    Jean closed her eyes slowly. The memories of her past came to mind. She remembered her father, her


    family and…


    Drip.


    Drip. Jean was jolted awake by the noise. When did she fall asleep?


    The day was bright. She had fallen asleep under the nket. Her legs were covered with the


    windbreaker Edgar had worn the night before.


    She frowned and searched for the man subconsciously. The door opened.


    “Ms. Eyer, I’m here to pick you up.” Susan covered her with the thick coat she had brought. “Yorktown’s


    mornings for this month will be rather chilly. I’ve cooked some soup. Let’s go home.” Home?


    Jean’s eyes dulled. She didn’t have a home anymore. She pulled her hand away. “It’s alright. I can walk


    on my own.”


    Susan watched as Jean stubbornly tried to open the door. She sighed and walked up to her. “Aren’t you


    going to the training ground today? You should take a good rest.”


    Susan was unusually forward. Jean tried to refuse her numerous times, but Susan insisted on bringing


    her back to Edgar’s vi. “Take a bath. I’ll prepare breakfast, including the buns you love.” Susan shut


    the bedroom door behind her.


    Jean hadn’t moved from her spot. She drew a deep breath. The room no longer had Edgar’s scent.


    Taking a look at the time, she went into the bathroom.


    The wounds on her wrist were almost fully healed. She didn’t need to go to the hospital since Edgar


    had sent for his personal doctor. “The car’s ready. You can leave whenever you want.” Susan cleared


    the tes and served the fruits on the table.


    “Thank you, Susan.” Jean’s head was lowered, seemingly full of thoughts.


    Susan turned back to look at her and sighed. “These kids.”


    …


    After the heavy rain from the night before, the dirt on the training ground settled as mud.


    The racetrack was soaked from the starting point. The ground was slippery, which would take them


    more time than usual.


    “What to do? This…” Sonny pped his legs helplessly. “Even God is making fun of us.”


    Ben observed the ground and said slowly, “Let her decide.”


    He knew how stubborn Jean could be.


    At the same time, in the restroom at the training ground.


    A man in a ck uniform was on his phone. “Everything’s done. She won’t survive if she gets in the


    car.”


    His voice was low. When the other person replied, he hung up immediately.


    He turned around.


    A few guards in ck surrounded him.


    “Zach Boyle?”


    “Who are…” The guards muffled his mouth and pulled him out before he could finish his sentence.


    Jean had expected the situation at the training ground since the rain from the night before was heavy.


    “It’s fine. I’m on.” She beamed.


    A car drove toward her.


    It was Nathan and Gigi.


    Gigi had a designer scarf wrapped around her neck. She yawned impatiently. “Mr. Knox, why did you


    bring me here early in the morning?”


    She spoke and looked at him warmly, as if they were close.


    Nathan averted his eyes and replied coolly, “Edgar told me to.”


    If Edgar hadn’t told him to, he wouldn’t even have let her be in his car.


    Gigi’s smile widened when she heard Edgar’s name. But she quickly realized that something wasn’t


    quite right. Did Edgar discover something?


    She pressed her lips together. “I need to go to the toilet.”


    She left in a hurry.


    Jean noticed her. She handed her helmet to Ben and followed her.


    “What are you doing?” Ben stopped her.


    “No one will die.” She patted his hand and quickened her steps.


    The toilet door was locked.


    Jean didn’t knock and waited outside.


    When she heard footsteps, a smile appeared on her face. She shouted, “Jean’s car is overturned!”


    The door opened at once.


    Gigi dashed out from the inside.


    “Argh!”


    She almost fell over when she came face-to-face with Jean.


    Jean looked at her grimly, “You’re the one who tempered with my car, right?”


    Gigi stared daggers back at her. “I didn’t!”


    “So why were you in such a hurry just now? Isn’t it because you can’t wait to see if I’m dead?” Jean


    took a step forward and grabbed Gigi’s hair. “Isn’t it boring to y the same trick twice?”


    Gigi was scared stiff.


    She hid her phone behind her back with her trembling hands. “You’re using me without any


    evidence. I… Am I not supposed toe out of the toilet when I’m done using it?”


    “Oh, really?”


    Jean released her grip and snatched the phone away when Gigi was distracted.


    “Give it back to me!”


    Jean stared at her frostily.


    “You called your lover just now to make sure that his man had done their work, right? I just need to


    check your call log.”


    Gigi’s face paled. She began trembling.


    “Give the phone back to me.” Her eyes were red. She lunged to grab the phone.


    Jean tossed the phone into the air, and itnded in the sink.


    Gigi rushed to pick up the phone while cursing out loud.


    Jean stared at her back and warned her. “Gigi Reece, you’re getting on myst nerve.”


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    Gigi hadn’t realized the meaning behind her words.


    She refused to back down. “Jean, now you’re using me without any evidence. If you nder me


    anymore, I’ll get awyer to sue you.”


    “Huh.”


    Jean smiled wider. “Then I’ll show you how sinister this world can be.”