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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Last Descendant Of Money 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
Last Descendant Of Money 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
Last Descendant Of Money One.
Money can buy everything.Yes, you read that right.If you say otherwise, then you need to work harder. If your money can't buy anything, it just isn't enough.This was Edgar's belief. Of course it will. He was the last descendant of money.Like Literally.He came from a place where the fate of the world's fortune lay. He looked through the window. He could see people moving around fast, trying to gather as much money as they could.He smirked.Money was a spirit and he being its last descendant he had the ability to control who it'll favor or who it wouldn't."Edgar!!! Where is that son of a bitch? That pauper does nothing but eat our food without doing a thing."How ironic. Edgar scoffed. He came from money, but was called a pauper by an ordinary woman.He shrugged. That was what he got from deciding to live as the good-for-nothing son-in-law of the Simpsons and the husband of Patricia Simpson, a successful business woman."Edgar!" Patricia shrilled. "I work hard everyday to fend fo
Last Descendant Of Money Two.
"I think it's time I taught that woman a lesson or two," Edgar said bitterly as he looked around the messed up kitchen which was most probably messed up on purpose for him to clean up."I think so too, but you should do it in a sensible way. Forget the messed up kitchen. You can clean it up with the flick of a finger. You have what a normal person does not. Powers bought with your father's money." Lucas, his caretaker since birth pointed out. He was 10 years older but looked as young as Edgar. Edgar frowned. Lucas came and went whenever he liked. It was annoying. Edgar sometimes liked the fact that Lucas was not like any other ass-licking servants he knew. However, he still found it annoying sometimes and whenever he did, he could say nothing. The Lucas he knew would never make an effort to change after all. Derp down, Edgar hoped he would not anyway."I have received enough insults from her. Does she know who I am?""No, she doesn't. If she did," Lucas paused and laughed. "She would
Last Descendant Of Money Three.
"Mother," Patricia cried out.It was for the sixth time since the day began.Edgar smirked. He was just starting. When he would be done, she would lose the voice to cry out.Angela ran to her daughter in the sitting room and Edgar watched them from the dining room."What again? Don't tell me there's another problem.""There's a huge problem. My business is no longer mine." Patricia broke down in tears. "More than half of my branches all over the country have been burnt down."Angela shrieked in anguish. "I'm doomed. My haters have won."Today was the worst day for Patricia. It started with a call out on social media by a customer. Then, it escalated to a high-profile lawsuit. Before afternoon, more than half of the company's shareholders had sold their shares. Afterward, more phone calls came. Each phone call was to tell bad news."What have I done wrong?" Patricia lamented. The new news was the last straw she could take. Any more bad news and she might die.Edgar watched as mother an
Last Descendant Of Money Four.
Edgar leaned back on his Plume Blanche diamond-encrusted sofa. He had to admit that the last thing he wanted was to go back to Patricia's house.He enjoyed life without having to deal with Patricia and her mother's nagging. Edgar smirked at the thought of Patricia and her mother. Since he left, they had been moving from one disaster. The man, Patricia had divorced him to get married to, left her. Of course, as a businessman, the last thing he wanted was a liability."If you continue relaxing all day, you would never get to at least avenge your family's death and you'd increase the chance of him finding you."Edgar frowned. He hated Lucas' voice and that was because it was always ringing in his ear whenever he did something he should not do."So you think me letting rude and good for nothing people mistreat me is the best way to stay away from the eyes of my family's murderer.""Exactly."Edgar rolled his eyes. He had listened to Lucas in the past when he asked him to disguise himself
Last Descendant Of Money Five
The music, 'get busy' blaring from the speaker next to him and Lucas complaining about losing jobs he worked hard to get from him as a background did nothing to soothe him.He poured the last drop of beer from the bottle before him into his cup and gulped it. He looked up at the ladies flaunting their behind and throwing themselves at men they believed could spend as much as they wanted on them, and they irked him the more."I came here to cool off and your complaint is doing nothing to help," Edgar snorted and Lucas frowned."Nothing can cool you off, so stop wasting our time. Let's get out of here and figure out the best way to disguise you properly even if you're under his nose.""His nose?" Edgar scoffed. "His. Him. He. What the hell is his name? Do you know? Do I? Why the hell should I be scared of a man whose name I have no idea of?""The fact that you don't know anything about him should scare you the most. As humans, it is natural we get scared of what we don't know. It is sen
Last Descendant Of Money Six.
It was one pm.Edgar turned to glance at the lady he had saved last night.He frowned. How long was she going to sleep? She was snoring loudly and it made the scenario more annoying.The last thing he wanted was an unknown, snoring lady sleeping on his bed all day and it made him rethink if saving her was a good solution."I know you feel like beating her up till she wakes up, but don't think of it."Edgar frowned. He turned to his right hand side which was empty a few moments again to see Lucas standing. He could not emphasize how much he hated it whenever Lucas did that."Why are you always sneaking up on me? Dude, that's creepy. Don't do it again.""You're not the one to tell me what to do? I always keep on telling you this?""What do you want?" Edgar frowned. The dude was annoying. "Just go away.""You can't tell me to do that, either?"Edgar turned to him and frowned. "Didn't you say you would gladly leave if I told you to?"Lucas laughed. "Of course, that's a joke. You have no r
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