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 die of shock. Edgar, her useless husband is far from useless, but the grandson and last descendant of what she has been trying all her life to get."

Edgar snapped his thumb and middle finger together and the messed-up kitchen became sparkling clean.

"Told you. Just a flick of your fingers would do."

"Edgar! Son of a bitch." It was Patricia.

"That mad wife of yours has started." Lucas pointed out with a small smile.

Edgar scoffed. "Did you not hear? She's not my wife. That's a truth that's not legal but would soon be."

"You're getting a divorce."

"Patricia and that evil hag were talking about it."

Lucas shrugged. "It won't be the first time they would be talking about a divorce."

"I don't care any longer. Right now, I just want to teach that girl and her mother a lesson. They seem to have forgotten their place. I need to remind them."

"Calm down. That's my advice. You wouldn't want to draw attention to yourself until you find whoever killed your family."

"Edgar!" Patricia's voice had gotten closer.

"Looks like your missing rib is on her way here."

Edgar glared at Lucas who just laughed.

"Adios." Immediately, Lucas was out of sight.

"Son of a bitch. Why the hell has my bed not been made?"

"It was." Edgar pointed out. The mad woman was just looking for a way to get him beaten.

His words were followed by a slap across his face. "Are you calling me a liar? How many times have I told you that I want my bed well-dressed at all times? Whenever you make my bed I want to sleep, roll, and jump on it without it being ruined."

Edgar raised an eyebrow. What she wanted wasn't hard for him. He was no ordinary person after all. She was, and, if he ever made a bed that way for her, she would freak out.

Edgar clenched his fist. Yes, Patricia has done many things worse than this, but he has had enough. Patricia's cup was almost full.

He feigned a smile. "I'm sorry. I would go to your room and make the bed the way you want it."

"My room? What are you thinking? Pervert."

Patricia placed her index finger on his forehead and poked it hard. "Do away with whatever evil thoughts are in those empty heads of yours?" She continued poking him hard. So hard that his forehead turned red.

"Do away with it," She continued. Then, she gave him a knock on his head. "I can help you." She grinned evilly. She knocked him again. This time it was harder than the first time. "I can knock out the evil."

Another knock.

"It'll help cleanse those perverted thoughts."

Edgar stepped backward before she could give him another knock on the head.

At that moment, Patricia's phone rang.

"Don't think you're free yet," Patricia said with disdain written all over her face, then she walked away.

"Three knocks. Yish. That's a lot." It was Lucas talking.

"I hate when you come and go whenever you like," Edgar pointed out with a frown.

"So you wanted me to be here. If I were, she would have used a knife to give you those knocks instead of her knuckles. I wouldn't have gone scot-free too. The last thing I want is that mad woman touching me.

"But the mad woman is free to touch me." Edgar glowered at Lucas.

"She's your wife. Not mine," Lucas said.

"I'm your master. Do you even still remember? My well-being should be your priority"

"So you want me to die for you."

"Well, that's basically what you're to do."

"Young man, if I'm in front of you and 0ries to kill me and there's no way to save you unless I die, I'd kindly move away even if you'd get killed. I'd try my best to protect you, but that does not mean I would stake my precious life for you."

Edgar rolled his eyes. Of course, most people will do the same, but he felt Lucas should not have said it out. If it was any other person, they would have sworn with their life that they would sacrifice their lives for Edgar. It would be a lie, but at least it showed they feared him. But, Lucas was different. Edgar liked the fact that he was not a hypocrite. On the other hand, he hated that he could do anything he wanted without minding what he thought.

"No other person would have dared to say such to me, except you."

"No other person would tell you what they really think except me."

Edgar looked away. It was true and that was the only reason Lucas was with him at the moment. He said how he felt and was trustworthy.

"So," Lucas continued. "Back to teaching that daughter of Jezebel a lesson. What do you have in mind?"

Edgar frowned. "It seems like she has forgotten her humble background. I think it's time I return her to her place."

Lucas smirked. "This will be fun."

It will and he looked forward to it.