Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 89 Reject Coalition

Jean had to only stay put for a few minutes before a loud voice boomed from the room, “Scram.” Brittany was

weeping as she fled. Jean was impatient as she knocked on the door and waited for a few seconds before stepping

in.

The office was simple and monochromatic; Xander was seated on his leather reclining seat. As he took off his

glasses, his expression was seemingly gloomy, and one could feel the frigid atmosphere in the room.

Jean calmly marched to him and waited for her fate. She kept her silence as Xander attempted to readjust his

emotions and put on a bright smile, “You have not changed at all, nothing is too much for you.”

The difference between Jean now and Jean of the past was that she was the daughter of a well-off family. Now, her

only identity was the ex-wife of Edgar Royden and who had nothing left.Xander’s point was like a cotton with a

blade hidden within; it sounded innocent but could had deeper meanings to it

Jean got straight to the point, “Mr. Xander, how are you going to punish me?”

“Punish?” Xander shook his head with a helpless expression, “You are Ms. Weller’s intern and have special

relationships with the special judges, if I were to punish you I might as well as tender my resignation tomorrow.”

Jean did not change her emotionless expression.

As though Xander could read her thoughts, he continued, “Well I wanted to get back to you, what do you think

about us cooperating?”

“No.” Jean was quick to reject, “Why should I trust you just based on your statement that you wanted revenge

against Edgar? What if you’re a spy from him?”

After Xander had finished his doctorate, he started handling his family business.

Jean had heard this piece of information from her father.

However, after Xander started handling his family business, it did not seem to develop well and in fact stumbled

upon some problems.

Would Edgar happen to be the source of those problems?Jean kept silent as her mind raced through several

scenarios, however she ended up with the same conclusion.

“I guess you must have applied to be a trainer after knowing that I am currently an intern at MON & Co. I definitely

can’t accept attention from Mr. Quade.”

Jean continued calmly and yet bluntly, “Most importantly, I do not trust you.”

“Hmm…”

Xander’s facial expression turned frosty.

He responded with a sharp gaze, “Do you think you can afford to negotiate with me?”

“Don’t you feel that Edgar must be plotting something when he sent you into MON & Co.? He was going to play with

your dreams and your life, then …”

“Yeah.”

Jean chuckled as her expression softened.

Yet, there was an indescribable, seemingly detached frost within her eyes that betrayed her emotions.

“I know that he wanted to toy and destroy my life, to demonstrate that his words can determine my life.” Jean

clearly enunciated every word. “So what? I needed this chance to survive.”Xander was stumped.

Gone was the spoilt and gentle lady from a well-off family. Instead, what was here was a rose that had struggled in

a desert – it may have not blossomed, but it was already full of thorns.

“For someone born with a silver spoon, I advise you not to get involved in this situation. At the end of the day, I will

destroy Edgar myself, you better not get in my way.”

After Jean finished her statement, she left the room.

As Xander hear the sound of footsteps softening, a smile appeared on his face, “Interesting…”

There were five more minutes before the end of the competition.All of the interns were gathered in the meeting

room. However, most of the candidates were missing as only the top twenty would make it to the next round.

Lots of them had left the venue as they knew they were far from being in the top twenty.

The large screen was projecting the top twenty candidates and sales figure.

Most of the names stayed frozen, apart from Jean.

Her sales were still ongoing!

People were starting to question, “Just how many necklaces does she have? She has sold a ton of it”

“This sales figure is remarkable!”

Sally went forward curiously, “Hey Jean, honestly speaking, how much do you have?”

“I am not sure, maybe a few thousand of them?”

“Few thousand…” Sally could not digest the info. She could only look at Jean with much envy. Her situation was now

precarious as she was the 20th.

Kellan was the 19th, one position ahead of her.Kellan attempted to move forward and gathered all his courage to

ask, “May I know if anyone’s sitting here?”

Jean waved her hand, “The seat’s not taken.”

After Kellan sat down, he squeezed all of his creative juices to initiate a conversation with Jean, however all of the

opening statements he had planned for was gone from his mind the moment he sat beside Jean.

All that he could gather was the unblemished face and the butter like skin of hers… And…

Kellan gathered his breath, what on earth was he thinking!

He was here to pick her brains, he should not get distracted.”Last five seconds.”

With the last chime, Jean’s figures froze with a final count of one thousand, three hundred and eighty pieces; her

sales were twice the amount of the second candidate.

Hansen held the results in his hands as he announced, “Jean, congratulations. As part of coming first, you will

directly qualify to be a designer at MON & Co. Whether you want to participate in the finals is your choice.”

All attention and gazes were placed on Jean at that point.

Everyone was envious of her.

Given that such benefits were not announced previously, Jean was also taken aback as she enquired, “May I know

why?”

“Excuse me?” Hansen was likewise shocked, but he recouped, “It was part of Mr. Royden’s request. We agree with

his decision.”

Jean did not listen to the last sentence.

She only perceived the single statement – it was Edgar’s decision for her to stay.