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Last Descendant Of Money Sixteen.
In less than an hour, Violet, her daughter, Jessica and Edgar were in the living room with Meyer Jones, who was pacing up and down the room."Who triggered it? It was not supposed to come now." Meyer Jones' voice was low and chilling. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at every one of them."Ask your son in law," Violet sneered."Yes, ask him. He wanted to beat my mother up and your daughter began to scream. Before we knew it, she began to display the mad person that she is."Meyer Jones frowned at Jessica, but said nothing.He turned to Edgar. "How dare you?""You know the cause of your daughter's condition. Don't you dare try to pin it on someone who you know has no hand in it.""See," Violet said, smirking. "You can see how daring this son-in-law of yours is. I told him that he should make sure he makes your daughter happy and he slapped. Meyer, he slapped me. Thrice.""Yes, uncle. We could do nothing. He is your son-in-law after all. You paid him but that is what he is. The pos
Last Descendant Of Money Seventeen.
Edgar paced up and down the room, awaiting Lucas' arrival. It has been two days since he had spoken to Edna. He tried to do so again but this time around, Meter had warned the security men never to let Edgar into the room.Edgar frowned.Where was Lucas when he needed him?"Are you missing me already?"Edgar turned toward the voice. It was Lucas. "You come when I don't need you. When I do, you become scarce.""What is happening? Why do you suddenly need my presence which you've always despised?""I got something. Finally, I now know a way to find that mother fucker who killed my family members."Lucas looked at him, terrified at Edgar's words."Why are you not happy?" Edgar frowned. "You look like you've seen a ghost.""I just did not expect to find him this soon.""Why?" Edgar raised an eyebrow. "Are you interested in my money?""Of course not, I don't have access to your money, though if I wanted to, I would have and would have been rich by now. I'm just scared for you. Allen killed
Last Descendant Of Money Eighteen.
Edgar was back in his room in Meyer Jones house."How can he just die?" Edgar asked, looking through the window.Lucas just stared, wondering if the question was meant for him or Edgar himself."Allen is evil. He has tons of enemies. Who knows? One of them might have gotten to him before you did." Lucas said anyways."No." Edgar shook his head. "This can not be a coincidence.""What are you saying?""I think he knew I was coming.""You're overthinking. Like I have said, Allen has a lot of people who want him dead and someone must have done what you wanted to before you could.""Those men at the gate," Edgar began. He was deep in thought. "You said it was hard to pass through that gate but immediately they looked into the car and saw us, they let us in immediately. There is definitely something wrong somewhere. Allen wanted me to see that body.""Allen Plutus is dead," Lucas said. "Take my word for it. If he was not, you would be the one dead now."Edgar frowned. "It's a game.""Allen
Last Descendant Of Money Nineteen.
The next day, Edgar and Edna decided to tell Meyer Jones about their decision to leave his house.Edna still had cold feet. She had never stayed away from her father and she doubted if her father would let her leave his house and live with a man with her condition."I hope he does not give us a hard time," Edna muttered to herself. She put on a reassuring smile as she glanced at Edgar to put him at ease.Edgar on the other hand was ready and determined to take Edna away from her father whether he liked it or not. He was ready to take Edna away by force.They were both in the living room, awaiting Meyer Jones' return.In about an hour, Meyer Jones was back home."Dad," Edna called out with a smile as soon as she saw him. She ran to him and hugged him."What's wrong?" Meyer Jones asked. His daughter has always been sweet to him, but getting a hug out of the blues was still weird."What is happening?""Please, sit down," Edna coaxed, still keeping her smile as she led her father to one of
Last Descendant Of Money Twenty.
"You want a job worth nothing less than 100, 000 USD monthly? That's crazy." Lucas frowned at Edgar. Edgar had told him about his deal with Meyer Jones. "You don't have the qualifications to earn such a salary. Getting a job like that without qualifications means you are from an influential family." Edgar scoffed. "I am the grandson of the god of money himself. How influential can one be?" Lucas heaved a sigh of frustration. "Nobody knows. Have you forgotten? Low key, remember?" Edgar raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said my family murderer is dead, what is the need of still staying low-key?" "You said he was not. What if you turn out to be true? For now, we have to be careful until we are certain he is dead." "I do not care about what you think. All I know is that you are getting me that job in one of my companies." Lucas shook his head. He looked at Edgar pitifully. "This is a bad idea." "I don't care. I have to take Edna with me and leave this house." Lucas shrugged after
Last Descendant Of Money Twenty-one.
"Are you sure you're not some secretly rich lord," That was all Edna had to say as she stepped into the foyer of their new apartment. Well, scratch that— new mansion."This is definitely not what the house of a supposedly street boy's house should be like."Edgar smirked. "Well, this may or may not be your house."Edna's eyes widened and she gasped. "This is your house?"Edgar laughed. "Guess.""It is?" Edna's face was filled with joy. Edgar gave her a faint smile. He shook his head. "It is not.""Then whose house is it?" Edna raised an eyebrow."It is for a friend.""Your friends are really rich. This is 10 times bigger than any house my father has ever built and he is supposedly part of the top three richest men in town.""Who is this friend of yours?""It's a secret. Nobody really knows him. He prefers to keep a private identity.""The owner of Techidom?" Edna asked and Edgar grinned."Yes, this house belongs to the owner of techidom. As this is the smallest house he has, he decid
Last Descendant Of Money Twenty-two.
The past few days had been a peaceful one for Edgar. Life was simple and peaceful. Though it seemed boring but he liked it- and a little bit more than he thought he would ever do.He woke up, ate, laughed, and talked with Edna, ate, ate, and then slept back."I sincerely needed the rest and peace of mind," He muttered to himself as he looked through the window.He wondered why he was truly at the window. Was it to watch and appreciate nature or was he awaiting Edna's return from the market.Edgar frowned.Edna was back but she was with someone else. "No random person was allowed to enter this place and now she is bringing a man," Edgar crossed his arms."You can come in,"He had her say as she pushed the door open."Who can?" Edgar asked, frowning."Oh, I told you I needed an electrician, rememb
Last Descendant Of Money Twenty-three.
It has been days since the news of Edna running mad had gotten out.Edgar looked at Edna who was sleeping peacefully on the bed beside him. It has been days since she woke up too."What did you give her? Will she wake up anytime soon?""She will. Just have patience," Lucas reassured and Edgar frowned."You told me the same thing a few days ago, but Edna has still not woken up."Lucas shrugged. "Well, a few days ago does not sound long to me."Edgar glared at him.Lucas frowned. "I am not obligated to wake her, okay? Stop acting like it is my job too.""It is your job to do whatever I want you to do.""Perhaps, you should get another butler if that is what you want. I thought by now you would have realized that I cannot do whatever you want me to.""Edgar," Edna whispered softly and Edgar beamed."She said something. She has woken up."Edna's eyes slowly opened. "Edgar." She called him again. She sat up right on the bed and looked around the room she was in. The room looked new and exp
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