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.”

measured as if speaking to child, “The evidence is irrefutable. Your accomplice was caught red–handed, and he has confessed everything to the police, including your orders to murder and

“Murder? Silence witnesses?”

ashen, “When did I ever tell him to kill for me?

start doubting now at such a critical moment? I’ve told you countless times, and I’ll do everything in my

didn’t kill anyone. How many times do

I need to talk to him.

honest, the words I’m saying now are Dad’s words

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

you mean? You’re giving up on me?”

to try and reduce your sentence. I’ll also make sure you’re well taken care of in

to Quincy, who produced a document

that Byron, in a fit of rage, might use it as

Byron glanced down.

like

robbing

eager to swallow my shares? You’ve gone too far. Even if I die, Dad is the first in line to inherit

see the writing on the wall? If Dad was willing to save you, would he have waited until now?

though he cared deeply, “Money, shares, they’re all material things. You can’t take them

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