Last Descendant Of Money

Eight.

"Don't you think you are overdressing, especially for an occasion you say you're not interested in." It was Lucas talking.

It was the day to do Edna 'a favor '. She had invited him to a party of which she had to come to with a plus one.

"It's a party filled with those snobbish rich people who love showing off. How am I overdressing?"

"Isn't it obvious? You're wearing a suit worth fifty thousand dollars. That's too much even for a party filled with snobbish rich people who like showing off. Aren't you doing the same?"

Edgar rolled his eyes. He wished he could cast a silencing spell on Lucas. He was disturbing his peace.

"Plus, with news going around of you trying to kidnap Patricia's child, the last thing you want is to draw more attention to yourself."

Edgar made a fist. He turned to Lucas abruptly. His face was red hot. "I watched those evil people take Julian away from me. Why? Because you don't want me to get the attention of a man who might even be dead. Don't you dare try to school me."

"I only want the best for-"

"I did not ask for your help," Edgar snapped.

Lucas watched him with an expressionless look on his face.

"You don't need to ask for my help. I'm not doing this for you. We both know who I am doing this for."

"That's your business. From now on, I'm doing what I want," Edgar said with an air of authority. He looked back in the mirror, adjusted his suit and stormed out of the room.

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There was nothing more boring than a party for rich people. They saw themselves as too good to have fun. Like why have fun when you can walk around the room, gossip about how Mr. A's clothes were gotten from a store cheaper than yours while listening to a drop dead boring song.

And, of course, he was here to show off how much money he had as it was something for the first time in a very long time.

He looked around the room, expecting to see Edna. He frowned. She was nowhere to be found. He loved keeping to time and hated it when other people didn't do the same.

He looked around once again. It was then he realized that every one of the eyes available in the party were on him.

"Isn't that the man who tried to kidnap Patricia's daughter?" He heard the person beside him whisper to her friend.

"He is. Do you know he is Patricia's ex-husband. She divorced him because he was good for nothing."

"Good for nothing? He looks rich."

"He most probably borrowed what he was wearing. A wannabe. I heard he was a nobody when Patricia married him. He had no place to say and a disabled grandmother. Poor woman must have gotten tired and decided to divorce him. He definitely tried to kidnap the girl so he could milk some money from her."

"Shameless," The other girl snorted. "Heaven knows what he is doing here."

Edgar made a fist.

He took a deep breath. Somehow he knew he still had to follow Lucas instructions at least for his grandmother's sake.

What was the worst that could happen? Their only weapons were their mouths. Nothing more.

"What is this wannabe doing here?"

Edgar sighed in frustration.

The last thing he wanted to hear was Harry's voice, but sadly people don't always get what they want.

Edgar turned to see Harry with Patricia.

Patricia eyed him from head to toe. "What laundry did you borrow your clothes from? They deserve to be sued for giving a nincompoop the clothes of a high profile person."

Edgar smirked. "Not everyone is like you Patricia. The highest you can ever do whenever you have an event to attend is to rent clothes. Unlike you, I bought what I am wearing."

"Don't you dare talk to my fiancee the way you please. You stole those clothes. I am very certain." Harry then looked down at his shoes. "The shoes too." Then, he looked slowly from his shoes to his face. "The total amount of all you're wearing should be worth a few hundreds of thousands of dollars. It's either you're wearing a fake, which I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be able to afford either or you stole them."

"I have no time to waste with you," Edgar said dryly. "This conversation is over and whenever you see me, don't you dare come near. I no longer have any business with you Patricia, stay away from me. Tell your partner to do the same too.

"You tried to kidnap my daughter. Who should stay away from who? I'm pretty sure you're here because you knew my fiancé and I would be here. You're here to attack us."

"I should call the security to show you the way out of this party," Harry said.

Edgar was beginning to get less interested in whatever trouble Patricia and Harry were trying to cook. He looked away from them and looked around for Edna. He was here because of Edna and had no business with these troublemakers.

Seeing that Edgar wanted to leave, Harry held by the collar of his shirt and pulled him back. "Are you trying to run?"

This time, everyone's attention was beginning to turn to them.

"You're here to do evil. A lion in sheep's clothing. You stole what you're wearing so you could fit in and cause havoc. Do you think we would not be wise enough to know that you're here for evil?"

The last thing Edgar wanted was to waste his time with a punk like Harry. "Harry, stop bothering me. I did not walk up to you. You saw me and decided to bother me. Who is the trouble maker? You are, not me."

Harry scoffed, holding tight to Edgar's clothes. He turned to their audience. "Everyone in this room has seen the news of how this evil man tried to kidnap my future step daughter to ask for a ransom. This man, being desperate for money and knowing that this party would be filled with high profile individuals, stole clothes to fit in, faked an invitation and got in here to steal and to kidnap."

"He should be thrown out of this party at this very moment," Patricia cried out.

The people present began to murmur amongst themselves.

"I totally agree. Those low class people should come nowhere close to us," one of the guests said out loud.

"Yes, they are always looking for ways to steal from us," Another guest said.

"I hope everyone knows that giving false allegations is a punishable crime."

Everyone turned to the door.

It was Edna.

She was wearing a red dress and yes, there is no way anyone could be more elegant.

Harry's face brightened. He had a fiancee alright, but who wouldn't fancy Edna, the belle of the town. Not only was she beautiful, she was from one of the richest families in town.

"I know this man. He is evil. He-"

"How dare you call Edgar evil."

The look of admiration on Harry morphed to a look of confusion.

Patricia widened her eyes. She turned to Harry, then to Edna.

"You just don't under-"

"Edgar," Edna turned to Edgar, interrupting Patricia. "I'm sorry for being late."

She walked towards Edgar and Edgar draped his hands around her shoulder, throwing everyone present off guard.

"Edna, what's going on?" Harry asked, finding it hard to decipher what was going on. "Why are you letting him touch you?"

"Why shouldn't I? We are together after all." Edgar smirked.

"In your dreams," Patricia scoffed.

"Patricia, don't think everyone is like you that can't tell the difference between a gem and stone. Of course, we are together."

The murmurs in the room increased.

Edna Jones, the Belle of the town, admired by all men chose Edgar, the man believed to be the useless ex-husband of Patricia Johnson.

It was hard to believe.