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 Jones called out again. He called his name like he was asking a question.

"Edgar," Edgar replied.

"An answer which is the same as its question," Meyer Jones said with a smirk. "I got the right person then."

Edgar raised an eyebrow then. His guess was right.

"Do you know why you're here?"Meyer asked.

Edgar said nothing in reply. Why else would he be here? Of course, it was to be warned to stay away from his daughter?

"Marry my daughter soon," Meyer said.

"You don't need to tell me to leave-" Edgar paused as soon as what the man before him said registered. "What should I do?"

"Though I'm displeased. I found out about my daughter's fiancé while watching TV."

"I should marry your daughter or leave her, which one?" He had probably not heard well. The rich married the rich. It has always been that way and it still is. A case of the rich marrying the poor was always a case of rebellion.

"Young man, is there something wrong with your ear? Marry my daughter. Three clear words. I don't have to repeat myself."

"I'm from where people like you call the gutters. Why would you want me to marry your daughter?"

Meyer smirked. "I know. I ran a background check on you before inviting you."

Edgar frowned. Could he be....

"Who are you?"

"I don't know what exact answer you need for that question, but I know I'm your future father in law."

"Why do you want me to marry your daughter?"

Meyer's smile disappeared, then he wore a serious face. "I would just be straightforward. Edna has a mental condition. I don't want her marrying one of those rich punks in my circle. They would bully my daughter. I heard how you fought for her at the bar. I want someone who can protect her."

"You would have to find someone else then. I don't want to get married."

"You were playing with her feelings?" Meyer fumed.

"You can ask your daughter. We are not dating. What you saw on the news was not true. We were only pretending? I have nothing to do with your daughter and she has nothing to do with me."

"Well that will have to change. You can't promise to marry my daughter in front of the world and not marry her. If that happens, it means two things. One, that you dumped my daughter. My blood flows in her veins and because of that, she should do the dumping. Two, she did the dumping and is a promiscuous young lady. Again, my blood would never flow through the veins of a promiscuous young lady."

"I never promised to marry your daughter. What you saw on TV was her doing not mine. I planned to stay back in my gutters that day. So, whatever you're saying is none of my business. It is that of your daughter and yourself."

"You're arrogant for your status."

"You don't know my status. How would you know whether or not I am?"

"I thought they said you married your ex wife Patricia for her money? As you can see, my daughter is 50 times richer."

"Do your background check well. I married Patricia when she was a nobody."

"So you're not the golddigger they say you are. My instincts were right then. It makes me want you to marry Edna the more."

"Sorry, but I don't think you would get what you want."

Meyer smirked. "I always get what I want. Either by crook or by hook. So, get ready. You will be getting married soon."

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"I heard my father tried to force you to marry me."

Edgar frowned.

He looked up at Edna who was seated across the table. He had come here to have a meal. The last thing he wanted was to get pestered by a lady whose father wanted to force him to marry because she was apparently mentally sick....

Edgar paused his thought process. The term 'mentally sick' was a harsh one especially when used on someone as nice as Edna.

Edgar sighed. She was nice but having her in his life was annoying.

"Stop coming near me. You agreed to get out of my life once I was you plus one to that boring dinner."

"Well, now my father wants you to marry me."

"I'm not marrying you," Bruce said hoarsely.

"Ouch! That's harsh. You're better than most of the people I've ever met in life, but I'm not asking you to marry me."

"What do you want?"

"To apologize in advance. My dad can be quite harsh whenever he wants to get something."

Edgar scoffed. "Your Dad can't force me to get married to you. I can only marry you if I want to."

"And you don't want to?" Edna looked displeased. "Is it because I'm mentally ill?"

Edgar smirked. "Who cares about that?"

"I know, right? I'm beautiful plus, marrying me comes with benefits afterall. Well, at least guys would act like they loved me to get a share of my Dad's properties."

Edgar frowned. "Darling, I don't need your father's property to get rich."

"Darling. Is that a pet name for your wife?" Edna pouted.

Edgar scoffed and stood from the chair. "I can never marry you."

"Again. Ouch! I just hope you would convince my father to succumb to your choice. I, on the other hand, don't care if I get married or not."

"What do you think your father would do to me if I refuse?"

"The man hates it when he gets refused. He has quite a big ego. He would definitely hurt you for refusing him, not for not marrying me."

Edgar's face turned blank. He drew closer to the table and to Edna, bent his head slightly to look at her straight in the eye. Doed-eye, her eyes met his. "Tell your father not to mess with me. If he messes with me, he would be messing with the wrong person. Because, Edgar Plutus can pull him from the very top to ground level."