Last Descendant Of Money

Fourteen.

The next day after the wedding, Edgar woke up to Meyer Jones screaming his name. Edgar frowned.

Not having a good sleep was definitely not part of his contract with Meyer Jones.

"Edgar!" The voice was louder, indicating that Meyer was at his door. "Open the door. How dare you embarrass my daughter the way you did? She's way above you and you totally ignored her when she asked for a picture. How dare you?"

Groaning, Edgar opened the door. "In the agreement we signed, I saw nothing about granting your daughter a picture whenever she asks for one."

Immediately, Meyer struck him across his face. "There is a reason I chose someone from a low background for my daughter. Not because people like you are deserving of her. Of course, you aren't. You're way below. I chose you so my daughter can have someone she can control as she likes. If she says she wants a photo, you give a freaking photo. You were being employed as my daughter's husband."

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