Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 18 A Toast to You

Dressed in haute couture, Gigi stood behind Jean with a few women in similar clothing.

She looked astonished as if she had seen something that shouldn’t be there.

Jean wasn’t expecting to see her there.

Other than her frenemies, Gigi was accompanied by an unexpected person.

He was Edgar’s friend, Nathan Knox.

In her two years of marriage with Edgar, Jean only met him a few times. As a result, she wasn’t familiar with him.

Nathan frowned as he looked at Jean in her slip-dress. He hesitated.

“Jean, are you… working here?”

He spoke carefully, but Jean felt a piercing pain in her heart.

It was true that Jean Eyer of the Eyer Group had lost her position and ended up in such a place.

And who should I thank for this?

Jean kept quiet. Nathan took her silence as a yes. His heart sank as he stepped between her and the man.

“Does Edgar know that you’re here?”

“Mr. Knox, I’m no longer married to him. Am I supposed to report my daily routine to my ex-husband?”

was the gossip of the day. Naturally, he

he could say another word,

you need money. How much do you need? I can lend it to you. If you work in this

we do not condone unscrupulous business here. What do you mean by ‘this type of

The manager interrupted.

Jean quit her job, the manager would be in trouble for

Jean laughed.

the pretense. I’m only here because you recommended it to me in

reveal the

Gigi’s friends exchanged looks.

is working here, shall we call for her

wouldn’t let the opportunity

isn’t it first come, first served? You know what’s

be served first. We aren’t thinking of taking Cindy away from you. What if we

expression flitted across the women’s

to ear. He

wonder you are all Ms. Reece’s friends! Very

didn’t expect them to treat Jean that way. She looked at Jean,

they were humiliating

crazy? Don’t regret it when things turn out badly!”

at her and

had achieved her aim—to make everyone

caring act and looked at

at a time? Take your time and think about it. Oh, maybe you can’t. Customers are king. Am I right, Mr.

Wilson laughed out loud. He eyed