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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
Last Descendant Of Money 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
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
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