Chapter 438
Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life
Chapter 438
The lady smiled and raised her glass to Jean, âMy nephew has always been liberal and does what he wants.I apologize if he has caused you trouble.â
âI think youâve misunderstood us.Weâreâ¦â
Jean started to explain calmly but was interrupted by Charles.
âAlright, alright.Letâs go over there.â
He placed his arm around her shoulders and led her inside.
Jean raised her eyebrows, ready for a fight.
âMs.Eyer, you need to continue this act.All Iâve done today will be for naught if you break characterâ
Charles said as he fiddled with his tie.
âugh, this is so uncomfortable.â
It was obvious he wasnât used to wearing stuffy suits.
Jean turned to look at him and mumbled impatiently, âWhen can you find the person Iâm looking for?â
She feared things would get out of control if they kept putting it off.
âTen minutes.Give me ten more minutes.â Charles replied quickly.
It wasnât a difficult request.
Jean attracted many peopleâs attention as she stood by him.
Whenever someone came to chat with them, Charles would greet them and hold a conversation amicably while Jean wandered off mentally.
âItâs been ten minutes.â
She frowned at Charles.
âOkay, letâs go thenâ
Charles said as he looked at her.
He shrugged off his coat, threw it to the doorman, and brought Jean to the sports car in front. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
âMr.Charles!â
The servants called out, but Charles dodged them.He drove the car out the gates and took the coastal route to the West.
âThis isnât the way to the embassy.I want to get off.â
Jean noted her observation as she clutched the seatbelt.Her hair was wind-blown as she stared at the man driving.
Since he isnât keeping to his promises, Iâm not going to just sit and listen to him.
Jean took off her seatbelt and launched herself into the backseat.
âYouâ¦â
Charles was speechless.How can she put her life on the line like that? The carâs going at such a fast speed.
âItâs not that I donât want to take you to the embassy.But think about it, do you think anyone there can help you find a refugee? Even if they do, they will send that person to prison.â
Charlesâ eyes were glazed over with deep thought.
âThatâs why I never believe the police.â He continued with a laugh.
Jean was brimming with anxiety in the backseat.
But she could feel the car slowing down, so she became less uptight.She was used to fast cars as she had gone through training during her racing days.
That was the only reason she was confident in jumping into the backseat.She didnât know her training would benefit her in this way.
âCharles, Iâll be really grateful if you can find her.â
Jeanâs voice was breathy, as though the wind had carried her words away.
âWill you then agree to my request?â The man asked with a smile as he held the steering wheel.
âIt depends on the requestâ
âHold on.Iâm going to accelerate; the man said with a smile as he shook his head.The man drove on, going further and further out of the city.Jeanâs frown slowly intensified as she watched the cityâs skyline get smaller.They were on a winding road and could not see where the road ended.Charles did not slow down.
He even had the leisure to chat with Jean, âThe person youâre trying to find is quite young.Is she your friend?â
âItâs my sisterâ Jean said quietly.
âAre youâ¦a refugee as well?â
There was a deeper meaning behind his words.
âNo.Charles nodded his head thoughtfully, âTrue, you wouldnât have appeared on the boat if you were a refugee.Especially with an expensive ticket.â
Jean had attended in spontaneity, and that was the only ticket available.
âHow much longer?â Jean asked worriedly as the roads were getting bumpier.
âWeâre almost there,â he said with a turn of the steering wheel.
A little village appeared before them, and Charles continued, âThey bring all the refugees here.Your sister should be hereâ
Jeanâs frown tightened.Why didnât the embassy tell me there was such a place? With one glance, Charles knew what she was thinking.
âShady business goes down in this kind of place.Nobody will tell you.Only I can tell you because this is part of the Rothschild family business.â
Jean was stunned.
Never in a million years would she think such a prominent family as the Rothschilds would be involved in shady businesses.
Charles snickered, âThereâs no such thing as a clean business in this world.Less to say, an innocent businessmanâ
He opened the car door and walked in.
Jean took a few slow breaths and followed.
âMr.Charles! What brings you here?â
The guard walked over.
When he noticed Jean behind, he subconsciously took out his gun and aimed it at Jean.Her heart leaped into her throat, and she did not dare to take one more step forward.
âPut it down.Sheâs one of us.Bring me to see the newcomers.â
Charles ordered.
The guard immediately heeded his orders, yet Jean couldnât calm down.She followed them with quick steps.She didnât dare step a foot out of line.
Charles could have her killed with one order, and the embassy wouldnât go against the Rothschilds to look for her.
Or maybe, they were bribed to give me the wrong information.
âTheyâre all here.â
The man pushed open an iron gate to show a dark room with about a dozen people sitting inside.The people inside blocked their faces from the harsh light.
âIs she here?â Charles asked her, but Jean was shocked by the scene.
She slowly clenched her hands into fists and tried to calm herself.She looked at each of them deliberately, whether female or male, but there was no Gigi Reece.
âNo.â Jean shook her head.
âIs there no one else?â
Charles glared at his subordinate fiercely.He said a few more things in the local dialect, but Jean could hear the bite in his words.
âThere were two more, butâ¦â
The man hurriedly replied.He brought them to another room.
The door creaked as he pushed it open.
There were two people sitting in two corners.
One of them was Gigi.Her head was lowered, and her hair covered her line of vision.Her clothes had become rags; there was dirt on her arms and legs, and her body shook uncontrollably.
âThereâs no hope for her, Mr.Charles! She caught something while on the way here.Even if she gets treated, she wonât have long.â
âGigi!â
Jean called out and was about to run over, but Charles stopped her.
âNo.Itâs contagious.
âLet me go.I need to know sheâs alive.â
Charles released her, but the guard advised, âMr.Charles, you cannot go any closer.The doctorâs been and said there is no hope for themâ