Chapter 41 Take a Guess, What Will I Do
Jean looked at the evening dress tentatively. Her stomach growled. She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind and went to the ladies’ room with the clothes.
All the attendants of the evening were Yorktown’s celebrities in the entertainment industry. There were a few producers and directors, but most of the guests consisted of female stars and models. The banquet hall was filled with beauties in all directions.
Jean was dressed in a light-colored mermaid dress. It was perfect for the occasion. Her bare shoulders, boasting her clavicle, highlighted her slender neck. She was striking even amongst the gorgeous stars.
“What did your family plan for you? I’ll eat at the other side. Stay away from me.” She didn’t want to be dragged into any arguments. Her priority was to fill her stomach. “Don’t… I’ll stick with you wherever you go.”
He smiled cheekily. He was dashing—one couldn’t take their eyes off him. However, Jean saw through him. “You want to use me. Am I right?”
She was right. When a few stars came to flirt with Ben, he used Jean as an excuse to leave. He smiled and placed some food on her plate. “There’s no such thing as a free dinner in this world.”
Jean was probably the only person eating in the hall. She looked at the food on her plate and gritted her teeth. “Forget it. I’ll let you go this time.”
She treated it as payment for the meal. Ben smiled and watched her tenderly, never leaving her side. “Gigi, is that Jean?” A person on the second floor noticed. “She’s right next to Ben Ludwig. Are they really actually dating?”
Gigi was chatting about fashion week with her friends. Her face darkened at the remark.
“Dating? Could she date a Ludwig with her standing? She’s the one chasing after him. They even went to a hotel last night,” Gigi revealed. She found out about it after calling the hotel.
Jean had only left prison for a few days. They must have started the relationship earlier on. She was just a reject of the Royden family. But Gigi was envious of Jean, standing next to Ben dazzlingly.
“Is it really a one-sided relationship? I heard that Ben Ludwig had placed an order for a diamond ring from Cartier for her.” “So what?”
Gigi yelled. She tried her best but couldn’t win over Edgar’s heart. Yet despite being divorced and entering prison, Jean could entrance Ben. What did she have?
If Jean managed to marry into the Ludwig family first, would Gigi still have any dignity left?
“Gigi, don’t be angry. Jean has nothing on you. She’s a divorced woman, after all,” her friend said while grinning. “If she’s with Ben, you won’t have to worry that she might get back with Edgar.”
Yet the news of Edgar ending his wedding with Gigi had spread through the city.
Gigi couldn’t stay in her seat. She excused herself to the ladies’ room and made a call to Andy. “You said that Edgar paid off Jean’s debts. Is that true?”
“Of course. Why?”
“Tell me, why would he do that?” She was uneasy. Andy comforted her. “He probably plans to destroy her himself. Edgar hates the Eyer family. He left her alone just to toy with her, crushing her in his own sweet time.”
“Is that true?”
Gigi was relieved. Jean walked into the toilet and went into a cubicle, acting as if she didn’t see Gigi. Gigi spotted her through the mirror.
“Alright then. I’ll hang up now.” She walked toward the cubicle.
Gigi didn’t care what relationship Edgar had with Jean. All she wanted was to pay back the humiliation she experienced on her wedding day!
If I lock this door on the outside and pour a basin of cold water…
A devious smile formed on her face. As she lifted her hand, the door opened. “Argh!” Gigi slipped as Jean dragged her into the cubicle. Splash! Jean kicked the bucket of cold water on the step all over Gigi.
“You lunatic!” Gigi screamed, glaring at Jean. She was drenched while Jean was spotlessly dry.
Jean watched her with amusement. “You were staring at me and talking about me with your friends on the second floor. Do you think I’m as blind and dull as you are?”
Gigi gritted her teeth. “But you can’t just pour cold water over me!”
“Am I supposed to wait for you to lock the door and pour water on me instead?” Jean shoved Gigi, pushing her against the wall. Jean had been on her guard ever since the incident with the thugs.
She noticed someone’s gaze boring into her and went to the toilet to draw them out. She never expected Gigi to be so spiteful. Gigi struggled. “You maniac. I’m carrying Edgar’s son. If anything were to happen to us, Edgar wouldn’t let you go!” “Edgar’s son?”
Jean muttered and lowered her eyes to Gigi’s midriff. Do they have a child now?
But of course, they were divorced such a long time ago. He would have had a new love already.
Gigi’s eyebrow twitched as she noticed Jean in low spirits. She smirked. “Kneel and apologize to me now. Find a way to dry my dress. If I feel any better, I’ll say a good word or two to Edgar. Or else, just wait for your death. He could do anything for me and my child. Getting rid of you will be a walk in the park.”
“Huh.” Gigi heard a snort of contempt from Jean. She glared. “Jean, are you listening to me?!”
“I did, and I’ve heard it clearly.” Jean bent down and picked up the broom from the corner, waving it at Gigi. She didn’t seem to be affected by Gigi’s words at all.
As Jean strode toward her, Gigi took a few steps back. She couldn’t figure out Jean’s thoughts. “You madwoman, are you trying to die? I’ll scream for help!”
“Scream as much as you want. It will be amusing if those directors come and see the state you’re in.” Jean continued toward Gigi with the broom in her hand. “You! What are you doing?”
Gigi spoke and was hit across the face. She held her stinging cheek and retreated with alarm. Jean’s gaze was terrifying, like a demon from hell. Her dark eyes were filled with hate.
Thunk. The broom hit the stairs. Jean raised it in the air. “Ms. Reece, let me remind you, so that you won’t just get hit without realizing the reason.” “You dare to hit me?”
“I have nothing but hatred for Edgar. A deep-rooted hate. You told me that you’re pregnant with his child. Take a guess. What do you think I will do?”
