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!”

grip, “I was just provoking you,

in, Matthew’s eyes widened with

I thought I’d catch you all in one swoop. Looks like I’ll have to wait for another chance.”

that, Avery released his grip and strolled away, laughing heartily, leaving Matthew in the empty boardroom, gasping for breath and soaked in cold sweat.

the police

appearance, were there in

the shadows.

eagles Jason and Gordon were there every step of the way, assisting

Evadne, aren’t you?” Mrs. Higgins said tearfully, bowing gratefully to Jason. “Thank you for doing everything

for such formalities, Jason said, moving to support her, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m helping not

Higgins asked, puzzled.

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

a handsome couple – truly

grin wider than a kid on Christmas morning with

alone to collect herself. She couldn’t bear the thought of her mother

suit and stood outside the restroom like a loyal guard dog, a mix of patience

officers shot him curious glances, but Gordon, typically conscious of appearances, seemed impervious

puffy from tears, shuffling with small, hesitant

up, a clean blue checkered handkerchief appeared in front of

the smudged mascara of a rockstar after a concert, but I bet letting it all

tears. She gently dabbed her cheeks and pretended that

I’ll wash it

as her vulnerable beauty and fluttering lashes seemed to play a

resist placing his hand atop her tousled hair, stroking it softly, his voice rough

if you ever face trouble again, come to me. No matter when or

Beverly looked

locking eyes with his radiant gaze, and felt her heart skip like a lamb in spring.

the street from the police station’s

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

from Byron’s lawyer, not a peep from the Chambers family. No one’s stepping up to bail him out, no stir

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

ache throbbed in her lower abdomen, making her squirm against him, as endearing as a little

for a lost cause like Byron? That would be like painting a target on his own back,” Thaddeus remarked.