Edwin Jarvis Novels & Stories

The man who had yet to recover from the pain fell to the ground unexpectedly! "Ah! My hand! My hand…… who the fuck dares……" The man held his right hand's wrist, continuously trembling. He felt as if his entire hand was going to be crippled! But when he looked up and saw Edwiin's face, he freaked out. Edwiin's eyes were dark, his lips were light red, and his temperament was like an unapproachable moon. There would be a storm where he has been. There was no one in Jena City who didn't know who Edwiin was. He was the leader of the richest family in Jena City！

Two years back, when Shirley came home from abroad, she gave a Patek Philippe watch to Matthew. Matthew was over the moon, wearing it all the time, even to bed, unless he had to take it off for something big like surgery. However, I just could not figure out who this well-off, polished man was. He caught on to my puzzled look, but instead of getting upset, he just smiled. "I'm Edwin." I froze. Edwin Gordon? How could that be? I remembered Edwin always had those super thick glasses, like the bottom of a beer bottle. He was the kid who did not have much, always eating just bread with margarine, skinny as a stick.

Then he saw five missed calls pop up in one go. Judging by the names, all the calls were from women. Edwin became more disdainful of Jack. ‘Jack is a real playboy. How can he compare with me? ‘When he turned around, he could even hit himself and got himself seriously injured. Maybe he has been weak from playing with women.’ Edwin told Jack's assistant about his injury. When Edwin was about to lock the phone screen, he suddenly saw a name, Joanna, in the address book, and then he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

He had his own large room in the Vazquez family, but instead of valuable items, it was filled with Skipper Private's toys. He rummaged through the room, unsure of what gift to give Lena. When the man walked into the room, he saw him standing in front of a pile of dog toys, lost in thought. Edwin was one meter eighty tall. His face could be intimidating if he didn't speak, but as soon as he started talking, the innocence in his eyes would reveal his abnormality. The man held his coffee and watched as he picked up one toy after another, then threw them away dissatisfied.

A few of his subordinates stood silently on the spot without stepping forward after seeing Edwin’s attitude. “Edwin, didn’t you hear what I told you? “F*ck off! “Get out now!” Jax was about to slap Edwin again as soon as he finished speaking. Edwin’s expression changed, and he backed away. His eyes were full of vex, but he didn’t dare to show it. Jax had an arrogant look on his face. Why should he be afraid of Harvey York when he had Dennis’s support? Several thugs from the Hamiltons even prepared to step forward and restrain Edwin so that Jax could beat him easily.

I hear footsteps racing down the stairs. It’s Justin. “Ohhh, Ma’am. I didn’t know you would be discharged today.” She says, sounding disappointed. I guess she wasn’t expecting me. She must have been expecting Arthur. I do admire the bond they share and their love. But she has been deceiving him and everyone of us. That’s something I wouldn’t stand for. I hate deceivers and liars, more than anything in the world. “How are you feeling, ma’am? I would have come to visit you at the clinic, but Arthur said you need to rest.” She explains.

Mr. Carraway’s prediction was more accurate. It was true that Edward Levin did not wait 72 hours. He received an antidote on the second night of the incident and recovered from the symptom. He benefited from the situation because he hired the world’s best neurologist to help Mr. Carraway originally while on the other hand, he was albeit incapable of speech, he could still blink his eyes and responded effectively and accurately to the doctor’s inquiries.

And he needed extra folks in the gardens to harvest. It was all getting to him. The amount of things that had to be done and the stress was eating away at him. Jarvis was a life saver… his only saving grace. He picked up the slack like it was nothing. Lo always knew he made a good decision choosing him as Beta.

Jasmine. “This is my wife, Jasmine Monroe. The Angel I’ve been telling you about,” Edwin said, wrapping his arms possessively around my waist as he introduced me to Galvin. The surrounding air thickened instantly. I flinched from the shock of his gesture, not even his words. My gaze met Galvin’s, and he forced a smile and nodded, but his grip tightened around the wine glass, and I saw his left eye twitch. But before I could pull his hands off my waist, Cashmere spoke.

“My citations were perfect, and I only had one misplaced comma. Is that really enough to warrant a B?” “Yeah!” Another voice called out. “I got a B-minus, and I only messed up one citation!” My face paled. “I can assure you, I would never—” “What’s going on in here?” The sound of the gruff voice caused everyone to turn. There, in the doorway, stood Edwin—his leather satchel hanging from his shoulder, a coffee cup in hand, and his tweed jacket tucked into the crook of his elbow. “Professor Brooks,” I breathed, whirling to face him. “Some of the students—”