His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 552

Byron’s eyes sparkled with frantic hope as he spotted Matthew across the long table. It was as though he was a man about to be shattered on the rocks below, who had just managed to grasp a lifeline.

Their reunion, however, was cut short by the watchful eyes of the police officer behind Byron, who hurried over and pressed firmly on his shoulder, keeping him in place for fear of any sudden outbursts.

Matthew, seated calmly on the opposite side, leaned back with a wary gaze and a downturned mouth, his disdain for his incarcerated younger brother evident in every gesture.

In the Chambers family, affection was the least of Matthew’s concerns.

He treated Byron like a playmate in their youth. As they grew older, Matthew saw Byron as nothing more than a tool to be used. To prevent any challenge to his power, Matthew had cleaned up Byron’s messes time and again, indulging his reckless behavior to the point of ruin. His goal was to break Byron, to turn him into a faithful follower, utterly dependent.

Unfortunately, Byron was too much of a fool.

The more Matthew thought about it, the more he despised Byron. He refused to accept any blame for Byron becoming a murderer. Everything he had done was to save Byron, so it only made sense that Byron should bear the consequences.

“Matthew, how could I become

murderer? I never killed anyone.”

Byron’s cracked lips trembled as he spoke incoherently, “I’ve been framed. They got it wrong. I’m innocent. Who did I kill? How come I don’t know?”

“Byron, calm down and listen to me.”

accomplice was caught red–handed, and he has confessed

“Murder? Silence witnesses?”

did I ever tell him to kill for me? I

I’ll do everything in my power to get you out. But you’ve been so impetuous, and now look

kill anyone. How many

saliva, “Call Dad right now. I need

words I’m saying

furrowed, “I’ve done my duty, but you keep making these blunders, crossing Evadne and Thaddeus. Not even God Himself

mean? You’re giving

try and reduce your sentence. I’ll also make sure you’re well taken care of in prison. That’s the best I can do

produced a document and laid

He feared that Byron, in a fit of rage, might use

Byron glanced down.

him like a gleaming dagger straight

robbing

get out of here. And you’re already eager to swallow my shares? You’ve gone too far. Even if I die, Dad is the first in line to inherit my shares, not you.”

you, would he have waited

“Money, shares, they’re all material

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