Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 27

Chapter 27 The Past

Gigi did not expect Edgar to make such a cruel decision. “What… You want me to abort the pregnancy?”

Sam and Winnie also did not expect this and were shocked. “Ed… Edgar, the baby is a living being!” Gigi implored. She knew Edgar well enough to know how heartless he could be.

She let tears flow down her face as she pleaded, “I admit I was wrong for lying, but I did it because I love you. I love you and this baby! Please, I beg of you, Edgar… Please don’t be so cruel to me. A miscarriage damages a woman’s body!”

Miscarriage. It was not Edgar’s first time hearing this word. He knew a woman who experienced this a year ago. Despite how pale she was from severe blood loss and pain, she still refused to bow down to him.

The memory was so clear in his mind that it felt like it had happened yesterday. Suddenly, a wave of unfamiliar emotions rolled in his heart.

“Edgar, it’s all part of Jean’s devious plan. She is trying to cause strife between us and take revenge. You must believe that I love you!”

Gigi’s word pulled Edgar out of his daze. His cold gaze seemed to waver slightly. Finally, he said, “You can keep the child for now.”

Gigi was relieved, but it did not last for long. Edgar suddenly got up from the couch and stood before her intimidatingly while looking down at her. “It’s only temporary. During this time, you are to remain in Reece Residence.”

Then, Edgar left the lounge straightaway, ignoring the Reece family members’ shocked expressions.

Miles glanced at the kneeling Gigi with pity. Then, he clucked his tongue and did not forget to take the check before leaving.

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On the other side, Jean still felt unhappy after leaving the wedding despite having caused a commotion there.

She let go of all her pretense as soon as she got into the car and appeared tired.

Meanwhile, Ben tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and tried to start a conversation. “I have a training for racing in a few days. Do you want to give it a try?”

“Not interested.” Jean looked pale. “I haven’t driven for a long time. I’m not sure if I still know how.”

Ben nodded upon hearing her. “True, you haven’t driven a car for a long time. That’s a pity. It seems I’m going to spend the prize money myself. It’s only a hundred thousand anyway.”

A hundred thousand?

“I’ll go!”

Jean immediately sat straight.

She desperately needed the money.

Ben smiled with delight.

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Now, the entire racing community knew his name.

They called him ‘Dark Horse’.

Meanwhile, someone was pacing anxiously at the training site.

He rushed to Ben the instant he saw him.

“Thank goodness you’re finally here! Quick! We have been waiting for you for a long time!”

Then, the person noticed Jean and was puzzled. “She is…”

Ben smiled and introduced them. “Jean, this is my manager, Sonny. Sonny, she’s Jean. She is here to be my co-driver.”

Sonny Kalzarc widened his eyes in shock and pulled Ben to the side. “Are you crazy? Did you ask her to be your co-driver? Ben, you can’t do that. Tom is already waiting for you inside.”

Jean raised her eyebrows. She did not have to listen to know what they were talking about.

Ben coughed awkwardly.

“Sonny, you should see her first before deciding.”

After saying that, he moved past Sonny and led Jean into the training site.

Jean hesitated before saying, “I only agreed to be your co-driver because I thought you didn’t have one.”

Ben smiled nonchalantly. “You’re already here. It would be a waste if you don’t race one round.”

Then, he handed Jean a helmet. “See you inside.”

Jean did not hesitate either. Since I’m here, I might as well go with the flow.

She got into the racecar and strapped herself to the seat next to Ben. Her line of vision instantly became lower, and she found herself nearly on the same level as the horizon.

She then touched around the car interior and felt a sense of familiarity.

When Ben was still a little-known racer, Jean frequently became his co-driver. That was before she married Edgar.

Ben seemed to notice her nervousness and comforted her, “Don’t be nervous. You can do it.”

Those words calmed Jean, and she smiled at Ben. “Alright.”

Meanwhile, at Royden Group, Edgar had a cold and intimidating demeanor. Even Miles did not dare to get too close.

Suddenly, Edgar said solemnly, “The result.”

“Mr. Royden, we have finished investigating and discovered that the little girl from years ago was Ms. Eyer.”

Miles handed a document to Edgar. It contained screenshots of surveillance footage and testimonies of staff of the mountain villa in Lensford. There was also a list of people who were at the mountain villa that day.

One could see Gary’s name on the list, but Sam’s name was nowhere to be found.

Thus, it meant Gigi was not at the mountain villa that day, so how could she save Edgar?

Edgar held the pendant tightly. All these three years, I have wrongly thought Gigi saved me because of the pendant she wore.

It turns out the little girl who saved me is the daughter of the man who killed my father.

But Jean had many opportunities to tell me the truth. Why did she not say anything?

Why must she wait to humiliate me till this day?

It’s revenge. Gigi had described it correctly.

Edgar could not stop thinking about how Jean looked during the wedding. It made him even more agitated. Contents belong

She knew about everything. Why didn’t she tell me?

Bang!

He slammed his hand on the table. The pendant left a scratch on it, showing the extent of his fury.

At this moment, Miles said, “Mr. Royden, there’s another matter.”

Edgar looked up from the table.

“Ms. Eyer went to the racetrack with Mr. Ludwig.”

Edgar had ordered Miles to keep a constant watch on Jean.

“The racetrack?” Edgar turned his head to the side.

“Yes, I heard Ms. Eyer is going to join the competition as Mr. Ludwig’s co-driver.”

Edgar’s expression sank slightly, and he pressed his hand onto the table.

It turns out I know almost nothing about Jean from our two years of marriage.

Since when does she know anything about motor racing?

Edgar pulled down his necktie in frustration and asked, “Previously, Brad mentioned an investment project. Could it be this motor racing competition?”

Miles was stunned. “Yes, Mr. Royden. It’s this competition.”