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2023-11-22 20:01:44"News of you being Edna's boyfriend has spread like wildfire."
"Let me guess. It's a bad thing and I should find a way to stop it." Edgar's eyebrow pulled down."You're being on the news too much," Lucas complained."I'm not the only person who is always on the news, Lucas."Lucas sighed. "I just want you to be extra careful. If anything happens to you, I would end up not doing what your Grandma expects me to do. I don't really care that much about you, but your grandma once saved my life. I owe her.""That's your business not mine. I won't let you control my life so you can pay your debt," Edgar said hoarsely."I used to think you cared about your grandma too.""I do. Why do you think I still listen to you? Why do you think I let those brats that are nowhere near my level call me a church rat?""Then don't let those insults go to waste. Finish what you've started."Edgar scowled at him. "You made me start this. I didn't.""The point is that you've started it already, so complete it.""Lucas, I can't control how many times I appear on the news. If you have problems with how much I am in the news, then you should meet the reporters, not me. ""You can't control what the reporters say but you can control how much you give them what to say. Live a low-key life and they won't have anything to say about you.""Live a low-key life? You mean I should fold my hands while others do to me however they please.""Yes. You should know that this won't last forever. When the time comes, everyone will know who you are and when they do, they will bow at your feet."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"What am I seeing in the news about my daughter having a fiance?" Meyer Jones, the father of Edna asked the frail, young lad before him.Edna had a mental condition. One that made him worry whenever she left home. So, in order to be less worried, he hired the lad before him to always follow Edna.Edna's condition was a secret. Only core members of the family knew about it and Meyer wanted it to remain so. This was the main reason he was not in a hurry to marry his daughter off and he knew his daughter was close to no member of the opposite gender.Somehow, she was not very interested despite being the interest of more than half of the men in town and he was grateful for that. However, it was surprising to just find out from the news that his daughter was engaged.The lad he employed began to tell him about the incident at the club that led to the meeting of his daughter and Edgar and how Edgar saved Edna's life."Who is this Edgar of a guy?""A nobody. He used to be the husband of that unfortunate business woman. The one whose business crashed in a day.""I did not employ you to give me vague information," Meyer thundered."Patricia. Patricia is her name. She used to have a successful business. Few weeks ago, she lost everything. Then, she decided to marry someone richer and when she found someone rich to marry, she divorced Edgar. If you saw the news recently, you'd see that this Edgar guy tried to kidnap her child. Most people say he did so to get money from Patricia and her new husband, since she had pushed him away from her luxurious life to the streets."Meyer thought to himself for a while without uttering a word. "We can't just jump into conclusions yet. Some things are not always like they seem. If he was how the news portrayed him to be, he would have tried to get some cash off Edna.""So, what did you intend to do with him?"As much as he did not want any man close to his daughter, Meyer knew his daughter had to get married. He needed grandchildren and she was his only child. Of course, she had to get married.The problem was choosing a man who would be willing to leave with and to keep Edna's daughter a secret."This Edgar guy, he has a humble background, right?""That's in fact an overstatement. Edgar has no background."Meyer said nothing again. He was deep in thought."I need someone I can regulate," Meyer finally said."What do you mean?""That I would make sure Edgar is truly my son-in-law."
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Last Descendant Of Money Ten.
Edgar stood before the mansion standing tall before him. Everything about the mansion spelt money even for a descendant of the god of money. The intricate carvings adorning the facade of the building suggested that it was an ancient one- ancient and majestic one.Edgar turned to the oak door.What was next, he thought to himself. The owner of the building, father of Edna, would warn him to stay away. Edgar scoffed.He was a hundred times richer.He looked around the building which was most likely his best. He had plenty like this and they were nowhere near his best.The oak door was pushed open by the man at the door as Edgar got close, revealing a luxurious and large room."Edgar?"At the center of the room was a Lockheed lounge sofa on which a tall man sat. His aura was the most masculine he had ever encountered- proud.Edgar thought his expensive sofa didn't quite fit the decor of the room. He frowned. Humans liked to show off their money in any way they could."Edgar?"Meyer Jone
Last Descendant Of Money Eleven.
Edgar went straight to one of his villas by the countryside from the restaurant, angered by Edna's words.He wondered if Meyer would have had the guts to try to coerce him into doing what he did not want to if he knew about his true identity."Why are you angry with her? She only wanted to warn you?"Edgar turned to his right. His nose flared.Lucas was with him in the room.Edgar glared at him. "I should be angry the most at you. If you-""Did not make me act like I have nothing, no one would have dared talk to me anyhow they liked or something like that," Lucas smirked after completing his sentence."Get out of my house." Edgar glowered at him.Not minding what Edgar said, Lucas walked into the interior of the room and sat on one of the sofas in the room."Why are you-""Why do you keep on giving commands when you know I will do whatever I want to do?" Lucas asked. His smirk was still on his face.Edgar rolled his eyes. He was right and it was annoying."I can't wait to get rid of y
Last Descendant Of Money Twelve.
"Are you crazy?"Edgar watched with a straight face as Lucas paced up and down the room. Of course, he knew Lucas would get mad but did he care? No."We are trying to avoid the murderer of---""We are not trying to avoid him. We are trying to find out who he is and deal with him." Edgar glowered. "I want revenge for the death of my family members. I am not avoiding that son of a bitch."Lucas stopped pacing."That does not mean you should be foolish. You should be able to see danger and avoid it, but you saw danger and dived right into it.""That tattoo on Meyer Jones' arm shows that he once worked for the murderer of my family. He is my ticket to knowing the identity of the murderer. He was always involved in their murder. I have to teach him a lesson too, but that will be after I have gotten what I want.""If the one you seek could just be found by asking his subjects then he would have been found a long time ago," Lucas pointed out. "You would get nothing by interrogating Meyer Jone
Last Descendant Of Money Thirteen.
"Edgar Plutus, do you take Edna Abigail Jones as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" "I do," Edgar answered without thinking twice."What God joins together, let no one put asunder," the priest declared and that was all it took for them to get married. Edgar frowned as he watched his guests. Everyone of them were from the ‘high class society’ and a good number of them had once looked down on him at one time or the other.Why were they here? Well, it was the wedding of Edna Jones, the daughter of one of the top three richest men in town. Though she was getting married to a pauper, but her father was rich and it was an avenue for these greedy people to meet each other and see how much they could take advantage of each other.His wedding was an opportunity for these snobs to get richer and it annoyed Edgar.He wondered which was more annoying— the fact that th
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.""If your daughter was all that, you would not need t
Last Descendant Of Money Fifteen.
"Meyer Homes used his wife and daughter to get money." Lucas paced about the room, eyes widened. "His family? That man is more evil than I thought he was.""What next are you going to say? That I should be careful." Edgar said with a smirk and Lucas heaved a sigh of frustration."If that man can kill his wife, then you should be very careful. Well, he loves his daughter. Why else would he not get a rich husband?"Edgar scoffed. "I am surprised to hear that from you. Are you that naive? He is afraid a rich person can decipher the source of his riches easily. He thinks I'm a stubborn, but naive street boy who married his daughter because he was forced.""That man would kill his daughter in a heartbeat," Lucas pointed out.Edgar smirked. "Are you just realizing?""Did you try to get more information from her? What more did you get?"Edgar's face fell. "Nothing more. Well, for now. I tried asking Edna about her journey to this so-called friend of Meyer who I believe to be the one who kill
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
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Thirty.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our descent into New York. Please turn off all portable electronic devices and stow them until we have arrived at the gate. In preparation for landing in New York, be certain your seat back is straight up and your seat belt is fastened.""Finally," Edna muttered under her breath. She was scared of heights and she hated being in an enclosed place.Edna looked at her wrist. She gave a small smile. It was Edgar who gave her. He said something about the watch alerting him if she gets into any form of danger."Hope you know that wristwatches are not allowed in."Edna frowned as her father spoke. "I thought we could not take phones in.""And wristwatches too," Meyer added."Oh, okay."Well, that wasn't a problem. Edgar had told her to hide the wristwatch if it was not allowed along with a small phone he gave to her. According to him, no one could detect it even with a detecting machine or whatever it was called.She trusted that he was right. Edgar was f
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Twenty-nine.
Edna gave Edgar a small smile when she saw him walk into her office. Somehow, she was grateful for the accident that almost took place. She liked the fact that Edgar now picked her from work after closing hours."Ma'am, your husband is here," Sid, who was standing before her, announced as soon as he saw Edgar too."She saw me so you don't really have to announce it," Edgar glared at Sid. "Stop trying to find a place here when you obviously can't fit in.""Don't you think you're sounding a little bit like Violet and her daughter?"Edgar scoffed in disbelief. "Are you seriously comparing me to those evil family members of yours?""I'm not. I just feel like you're making Sid feel how they both tried to make us feel. I feel we should be able to connect to Sid and not try to discriminate him because —""Because he is poor? You think I am behaving the way I am towards him because I feel he is poor?" Edgar scoffed. "Wow!""Because my father employed him." Edna said, frowning. "That was what
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Twenty-eight.
The news of Edgar being the brother of the owner of The Clique restaurant was everywhere. Questions of Edgar's true background were asked by everyone.Edgar watched Lucas pace up and down his room. He hated the publicity they were getting, regretting the action he took at Edna's workplace."Have you seen the downgrading video that the daughter of the devil herself made for me?" Edgar spat angrily after watching a video Patricia uploaded online.In the video, Patricia told the whole world how He was the lazy brother. How he and Lucas were from the street but Lucas was just smart enough to con a rich old man and became rich himself. She said that Edgar had tried to do the same by marrying rich women like herself and Edna but won't succeed because he is stupid."That vile woman called me stupid." Edgar was pissed."Don't we have better things to worry about? The news is everywhere. My face is
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Twenty-seven.
The next day at work, news of Edna and Edgar getting a VVIP invitation to The Clique restaurant was what everyone could talk about.Edgar, afraid that there might be another accident, decided to take Edna to work and as they both walked in, the volume of the gossip only reduced.Everyone whispered what they thought to each other as they watched the court walk past them.‘It must be the doings of Meyer Jones.’One of the workers said and Edgar clenched his fists. It took a lot of willpower for Edgar to walk pass without throwing a fist at his face. ‘It is not, Meyer Jones hates that Edgar had taken his daughter out of his house and Meyer Jones himself has never gotten an invite.’‘Then, who did?’ Someone else asked."She probably slept with the owner to get two tickets for herself and her husband," a brunette said. She wore a red dress which showed half of her breast and barely passed her hips. She had a cake face. It was hard to know if she could breathe well with so much makeup on h
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Twenty-six.
"Am I dead?" Edna asked as soon as her eyes flipped open. She looked around and after a while began to recognize the room she was in. She was at home and in her room with Edgar and Lucas peering at her."Is heaven a replica of what our environment looks down on earth? Or, are we in hell? And, why is Lucas with us? Was he in the car with us? Why—""We are not dead," Edgar had to chip in."I saw the truck. We should definitely be dead by now." She sat straight up on the bed and began to inspect Edgar's body. She did the same to herself. "And how on earth did we not sustain any injury." Then, she gasped. "Was I in a coma? What year is this? Were you in a coma?"Edgar shook his head. "I'm also as confused as you are as to how we survived but today is still the same day the accident almost occured.""Almost? It did not?" Edna was shocked. She was happy, but shocked."It is a miracle. If you ask me how? I honestly don't think I can give a reply."Edna heaved a sigh of relief and with a smil
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Twenty-five.
The next day at work, Edna met her office cleaner than it used to be. Most times, she arrived at work earlier than the cleaner so her office was always like she had left it the day before.Edna heard a soft knock on her door, then someone opened the door slowly and peaked in.It was Sid."Good morning, ma'am," He greeted as soon as he stepped in.Edna said nothing in reply, then she looked up at his face. "Were you the one who tidied up my office?""Yes, I am," He replied with a smile. "I saw—""I'm grateful but please do not do it again. Strangers are not allowed to walk into my office the way they like. The fact that it is not always locked does not mean a random person can walk in the way they like."Sid's face fell. "I'm sorry ma'am."He turned to leave then paused and looked at Edna. "I know you don't need it in any way, but I would be happy if you let me work for you. I can do anything for you. Wash your car, be your P. A. Anything. It took me a long time to get a job. I know I
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Twenty-four.
"Are you ready to do this?"Edna looked around the room.Her PC looked fine, the camera was in place, the lightning was good, her microphone, internet, everything she needed was in place.She turned to Edgar who was at the door watching her and nodded. "Yes, I am ready."She took a deep breath and clicked on the ‘start recording’ button."Hello," Edna began, waving. "So, there's a funny video of me trending that I had gone mad. Well, this is me, perfectly fine contrary to the rumor flying around. That video was supposed to be for a commercial. A commercial portraying the effect of hard drugs and not a video of me going mad. However, someone thought it was funny to upload my part of the video and caption with words that suggested I had gone mad. That is untrue and I would make sure the culprit is caught and punished. And, the voice note that supposedly ‘leaked’ was a fake one. I am not mad and no one is trying to kill me."Immediately, Edna clicked on the stop button and took off her h
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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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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
