His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 550

“Dad! Byron’s on the hook for attempted murder! He hired a hitman! And Aaron caught him red–handed. Even if I brought in the best lawyers from around the globe, they couldn’t save him!”

Matthew bet his dad wouldn’t dare lay a finger on him. After all, he had a strong following within the corporation and was clutching a major project deal he’d snagged from Cassius. So he put on a defiant air, “If you’ve got a problem with me, just say it! Why drag Avery into this to rub my nose in it? Who’s been the dutiful son all these years? Who’s been sweating blood for the company? Haven’t I worked my fingers to the bone? Besides, it’s Byron who’s messed up, not me. If he could keep it in his pants, we wouldn’t be in this mess! If we keep cleaning up his disasters, we’re all going down with him!”

His words were harsh but true.

Although Byron was Jeff’s golden boy, Jeff was at his wit’s end, running out of patience for his disappointing son.

“Dad, cool down. I think Matthew’s right on the money,” Avery chimed in, speaking slowly and deliberately. “As cold as it may sound, for the sake of the Chambers Group, you have to make the tough call. No matter how much it hurts to let Byron go, we’ve got to cut our losses. No matter how things got this bad, the guy who got nabbed is Byron’s guy. Someone’s gotta take the fall.” Jeff’s lips were pressed into a thin line, his complexion darkened with anger.

“Avery’s got a point! Dad! We keep protecting Byron, and we’re playing with fire!” Matthew, for once, agreed with his usual adversary.

“If that’s the case, Matthew, you handle this mess,” Jeff said bitterly, his voice husky with the pain of a father about to disown his

son.

After their father left, the boardroom held just the two brothers or rather, the last two survivors of a brutal game.

“Matthew, looks like it’ll just be you and me left to run the show. I’ll be counting on your support.”

Avery rose gracefully, a cold smirk on his lips, “When you see Byron, try to keep it gentle, will ya? He’s a notorious crybaby. If he realizes he’s never walking out of prison, he might just lose it and tear you to shreds.”

“You just lucked out, don’t get cocky,” Matthew spat through clenched teeth, knowing just how to get under his skin. “Bertha and Byron’s downfall has nothing to do with you. It’s Evadne and Thaddeus, that power couple, who have the guts to stand up to the Chambers Group.”

The mention of the couple was a knife in Avery’s side.

His eyes blazed with fury, as if a wild beast was rampaging through his chest.

In three strides, Avery was in Matthew’s face, fists clenched so tight his knuckles cracked.

“Avery, you’re not thinking of getting physical here, are you?” Matthew taunted, pointing up at the security cameras. “Go on, it’ll just ruin that nice–guy act you’ve got going.”

Avery, struggling to contain himself, slowly straightened Matthew’s tie, “Matthew, that self–righteous look on your face is just pitifully hilarious.”

“What did you say, urk!”

the tie tight, cutting off Matthew’s breath. Gasping for air, Matthew tried to pry away the strangling grip, “I was just provoking you, and you’re already itching to deal with those witnesses.

the trap he was in, Matthew’s eyes

dirty work. I thought I’d catch you all in

away, laughing heartily, leaving Matthew in the empty

at the police station.

Thaddeus, though not making an appearance, were there in spirit,

the shadows.

every step of the way, assisting the victims‘ families

thank you. And you, young man, you’re a friend of Ms. Evadne, aren’t you?” Mrs. Higgins said tearfully, bowing gratefully

voice thick with emotion. “I’m helping not just for you

yourself?” Mrs. Higgins asked, puzzled.

Byron on the live stream, that’s my girlfriend,” Jason replied with pride swelling in

both of you kind–hearted, but you also make a handsome couple – truly a perfect match. My heartfelt thanks to Miss Nydia and to both of you for your

wider than a kid on Christmas

into the restroom, desperate for a moment alone to collect herself. She couldn’t bear

leave her side, followed suit and stood outside the restroom like a

Gordon, typically conscious of appearances, seemed impervious

emerged, her eyes puffy from tears, shuffling with small, hesitant steps.

look up, a clean blue checkered handkerchief appeared in front

reaching his eyes. “You’ve got the smudged mascara of a rockstar after a concert, but I bet letting it all out made you feel a

reluctant to stain it with her tears. She gently dabbed her cheeks and pretended that was

you, Mr. Gordon. I’ll wash it and return it

his heart pounding uncontrollably as her vulnerable beauty and fluttering lashes seemed to play

resist placing his hand atop her tousled hair, stroking it

face trouble again, come to me. No matter

Beverly looked

radiant gaze, and felt her heart skip

from the police station’s back

in Thaddeus’s embrace, the two of them waiting in the car

just texted, he’s had buddies on the force keeping an eye on this case. Up till now, aside from Byron’s lawyer, not a peep from the Chambers family. No one’s stepping up to bail him

on her brow. It was the second day of her period, the cramps at their worst.

making her squirm against him, as endearing as a little

would he vouch for a lost cause like Byron? That would be