Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 86 Arrangement behind scenes Jean was confident that she had been jinxed at this point.

She cowered and thought to herself, why would a person like him be strolling around here? Was Royden Group running out of business for him to settle?

At this point only Jean was attempting to hide her presence; everyone else on scene was excited with the presence of the couple of judges.

Mummers could be heard around, "I heard that Royden Group invested in this competition just to raise Gigi's profile and to pave a way for her to enter the fashion world."" All right, if I may please seek your attention, let's welcome and invite Mr.

Royden for his statement." Monica's smile lit up the room as she signaled Edgar. Edgar's gaze swept through the room.

As his vision fixed on a person, his cold voice boomed through the room, "I hope for only the best from everyone, and to express my desire, Royden Group will be adding a prize money on top of the award."

"Prize money...?" Monica was stunned.

Jubilant cheers could be heard all around.

Jean's attention was fully his at this point.

"Royden Group shall invest in the winning design and mass produce it for testing in the market. In order to have only the best design, a prize money is mandatory."

With just a few words, he had raised everyone's expectations.Jean started flipping through her bag. She retrieved her phone and activated the calculator application...

Monica clapped and cheered, "All right everyone, let's start the preliminaries. The request is simple, use the shortest time and whatever is available in our warehouse to make an accessory and pass it to one of our social media influencers who will carry out live sales on the internet. The top twenty sales will proceed to the finals."

What...

What's with this judging criterion?

Everyone froze in their tracks as they stared at the drafts they had in hand, "No wonder no one stopped us from bringing in our past works."

"How can I compete? I'm completely helpless with hands-on skills!"Sally was absolutely beyond herself at this moment. As she was about to complain, she saw Jean calmly unzipping her bag and putting on a pair of disposable gloves.

Sally was taken aback, "Jean, did you prepare for this?"

There were some stones that were too precious and should never be touched with bare hands. Sally's eyes were filled with adoration toward Jean at this point; she had chosen her friends wisely.

Jean was not only the calmest person on scene, she was also the best prepared!

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"..."Monia peeked at her phone, "There will be no time limit, but the live broadcast will end at five o'clock in the evening. You may start now."

"Quick! Move it!"

Everyone rushed forward, ready to tear down the door. Contents belong There was all but one person who did the opposite; rather than rushing forward and establish a good image before the judges, she fled from the scene via the back door discreetly.

She was fully occupied with the competition and was not aware that someone was tailing her. After everyone had left, Monica cleared her throat, "Mr.

Royden, I've done all that you've requested of me. Now, Jean is participating in this competition, and she is one of the favored candidates. May I now ask what your real intention is?"

She had been leaking information of Jean to Miles all these while. However, after plotting against the Jackson family, she had maintained her silence.

She did not want to betray Jean nor did she think that it was needed; even if Edgar was spying on Jean, it will not change the fact that Jean will soon be the shining star at MON & Co.

Edgar frowned, "This is my personal matter."

Monica gulped; even if she knew that Edgar would ignore her question she could not help but to ask it, "The reason why you added a prize money was for Jean's sake right?"

Edgar turned and left.

Monica stayed put and chuckled to herself, "How on earth are there such weird people around?"At the Lobby, Miles was prancing up and down. When he saw Edgar, he approached him right away,

"Mr. Royden, we received a message saying that Mr. Shaw's flight will be landing in half an hour. The plane was attacked by a certain terrorist group, but he's safe."

"To the airport."

Edgar caught something at the corner of his eye.

As he exited the room, he saw a suspicious figure escaping the scene.

Who else could it be apart from Jean?

He gave Miles a gesture and Miles pounced to action. Miles walked around the car for a quick check but he did not notice any abnormalities."Mr.

Royden, should we change our car?"

"No need for that, I doubt she has the courage to tamper with it." Edgar reached for the handle and felt a piece of paper within. He rolled it out and saw one sentence.

'I am winning the prize money.'

With such high tensions riding, how on earth did she convince herself that leaving a message was a good idea?

Edgar frowned as he crumbled the piece of paper. Just as he was about to toss it away, his phone rang. As his attention shifted, he dropped the piece of paper into his pocket.

"Start the engine." He pressed on the speaker function, "How's the talks going with Ludwig Group?"

There were three warehouses in MON & Co.

There were as many materials as the number of stars. Everyone was trying out every method in the book, they had utilized backpacks and their jackets to attempt to carry the materials with.

Everyone had only one chance of entering the warehouse.

The implication is that one must obtain all that one needed within a single trip.

Even if one begged for help from other candidates, the answer would be a definite negative.

As Jean entered with a croissant in her mouth, a few stomachs grumbled audibly around her.

For the sake of getting an early spot, most of them did not even drink, not to mention breakfast.

But Jean... Not only was she late, but she entered the scene with the scent of butter, a croissant in her mouth and a cup of coffee in her hand... Everyone was envious! Sally gulped, "Jean, where did you get that?"

"The cafe next door, do you want some? I still have two pastries." Jean replied.

Sally nodded her head, "Yes please!"

Jean unzipped her backpack, "That's ten dollars each. Do you prefer sweet or savory?"

"What?" Sally was stunned for a second.