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!”

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. No

in, Matthew’s eyes

others to do your dirty work. I thought I’d catch you

strolled away, laughing heartily, leaving Matthew in the empty boardroom, gasping for

at the police

were there in spirit, watching over Beverly and

the shadows.

were there every step of the way, assisting the victims‘ families with

of Ms. Evadne, aren’t you?” Mrs. Higgins

please, no need for such formalities, Jason said, moving to support her, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m helping not just for

Higgins

on the live stream, that’s my girlfriend,” Jason replied

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

grin wider than a kid on Christmas morning with a brand new

of the interrogation room and dashed into the restroom, desperate for a moment alone to collect herself.

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

shot him curious glances, but Gordon, typically

puffy from tears, shuffling with

look up, a clean blue checkered handkerchief

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

to stain it with her tears.

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

pounding uncontrollably as her vulnerable beauty and fluttering lashes seemed to play a melody on his soul.

her tousled hair, stroking it softly, his voice rough

No matter when or where, I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

Beverly looked

his radiant gaze, and felt her

the street from the police

them waiting in

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

was the second day of her period, the cramps at their worst. Thaddeus had told her to

in her lower abdomen, making her squirm against him, as endearing

hoping to be invisible. Why would he vouch for a lost cause like Byron? That would be like painting a