His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 505

Bertha’s face contorted with rage, her eyes boring into Avery’s delicate and infuriating visage.

“Help me, they’re all beasts, but what about you, Avery? Aren’t you one of them? Oh, you’re not, you’re the devil incarnate! Even more malevolent!”

Avery remained unflustered, his smile only growing, “I may not be the epitome of virtue, but even beasts have their tender moments with their young. I can’t bring myself to be too harsh on my sister. So, I thought I’d lend you a hand, sis. Besides, who else but me would come to see you here, in this godforsaken place? Do you really think you’re still a part of the Chambers family?”

Seeing that Bertha was still resistant to his so–called “help,” Avery then added.

“Bertha, have you ever stopped to think who really brought you and your husband to this sorry state?”

Bertha’s rage bubbled to the surface as she screamed, “The Ashbourne family, it’s the Ashbourne family taking revenge on me! That wretched Evadne can’t escape blame!”

Avery’s cold lips curled up slightly as he shook his head, “You messed with Emeric’s own daughter. That old man didn’t end you right there and then out of consideration for the decades of ties between our families. But didn’t a

t all of this start because of Byron?”

“Byron.” Bertha’s mind buzzed with the name.

In the days she’d spent stewing, she’d been fixated on the Ashbournes, nearly forgetting that spineless weasel!

“Byron seduced you into the Ashbourne family’s crosshairs. If he hadn’t been so arrogant and full of himself from the start, you and your husband would still be living a life of glory. And now, he’s ruined everything. From the press conference to your incarceration, did he ever speak up for you? He let you take the fall, while he remains safely under the Chambers family’s protection, continuing his charade as Mr. Chambers. Are you really going to swallow that bitter pill? I can’t stand to see you like this, Bertha.”

Reason and emotion – that was the way to get to her.

Bertha quieted down, clearly contemplating her next move, but her eyes grew a deeper shade of red with hatred.

“What do you propose we do?”

“That depends on how sincere you are about cooperating with me,” Avery said, stretching out comfortably, his legs crossed. The ball was in his court

now.

Bertha’s eyes were frighteningly red as she ground out each word, nearly crushing her teeth, “I want him dead!”

“Death is too easy, too quick. He’d be free of pain.”

Avery suddenly leaned closer to the glass, a sinister smile playing on his lips, “You need him to beg for death, yet be unable to achieve it. Make him live every day hating you, powerless to act. That’s true satisfaction.”

“I have dirt on Byron, it’s in the encrypted folder on my laptop in my study. The password is,”

for passwords.”

the outcome, looking down on the woman’s wrathful face, “Your so–called encryption is child’s play to

leaving the detention center,

sanitized, then

oppressive in there.

frowned, vigorously rubbing his hands, his germaphobe tendencies surfacing, “Although, it’s a fitting

That’s

will that madwoman cooperate with you?”

how could it not succeed?” Avery said with an arrogant lift of

then, another thorn removed

“Once Byron falls, what about Matthew? When your father runs out of options, he’ll

“Hopefully.”

as he looked towards the dark sky, “My father has done a lot for me. I just hope to live up to his

I’ve just received word that your private jet

been a wait, but

everything is ready. We can send him and his brothers on their way at

car cruised toward The Velvet Haven.

help but smile at the thought of the

was under his

Except for Evadne.

frustration and asked, “I had you keep an eye on the Ashbourne family. Any

found out Ms. Ashbourne has fled the Ashbourne family. Chairman Ashbourne is searching high and low for her, and she hasn’t been

you tell me

have been staking out day and night without sleep to get

the bridge of his nose with a frown, “I remember when Evadne was

she’s still such a mischief–maker as an adult. And Emeric, knowing full well his daughter is too headstrong to bow

her smarts and her knack for standing

and watch their beloved sister drift about out

but before he could finish his sentence, his eyes

“Stop the car!”

slammed on the brakes, sweat beading

in quick, fervent gasps, yet it couldn’t obscure the striking figure that

in front of a street food cart where hot dogs and pretzels were being

shoulder to shoulder, leaned over their food in earnest, looking up only to

Evadne and

stoop to join his beloved at a street cart late at night? He, who typically indulged in nothing but the finest carbs, was now gorging on late–night snacks and even allowed Evadne to feed him a greasy corn

nothing short of a fairy tale, thrilling