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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
Last Descendant Of Money 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
Last Descendant Of Money 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
Last Descendant Of Money 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
Last Descendant Of Money 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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