His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 560

Deep into the night, Elmsworth International Airport was a hive of hidden activity beneath its tranquil facade. Dangers lurked in the shadows, unseen but palpable.

Aaron had teamed up with the Customs Chief to hunt down their elusive prey, operating with utmost caution to avoid causing public alarm or disrupting the regular flight schedule. They had initiated the highest level of scrutiny, casting a dragniet across the airport’s expanse.

Their target was the slippery Eden, who they were determined to capture on sight, cornered and unsuspecting.

Plainclothes officers mingled with the crowds in the airport terminal, while members of the Ashbourne and Fairhaven groups stood guard beyond the customs checkpoint.

Tonight, the airport was a spider’s web, meticulously woven and waiting for Eden to blunder into its threads.

Time ticked away, each second stretching into eternity.

Aaron, Cassius, and Jareth stood in the surveillance room, tension drawn tight as bowstrings, eyes stinging from the strain of unblinking vigilance. Yet, they could afford no lapse in attention.

“Captain Ashbourne,” Jareth broke the silence, his voice a mix of weariness and impatience, “what if Eder’s been off the grid because he’s had plastic surgery? What if he’s walking right under our noses with a brand new face and we can’t even recognize him?”

Cassius didn’t even register the question, his focus nailed to the screens–Aaron, out of politeness and acknowledging Jareth’s efforts that night, gave him a patient glance. “And how would he have been spotted by S–Star Group’s people if he had a new face, Jareth?”

and he chuckled, embarrassed, “Ah, right, you’ve got a point there!”

only shake his

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complementing

snapped everyone to attention as he braced himself against the edge of the

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most unexpected sight – Avery, pushing a wheelchair with his mother seated in it, flanked by Harvey and two bodyguards.

Avery? He dares to show his face?” Jareth hissed, his fists clenched in

planning to escape using it,” Cassius said, his voice as cold as ice, his gaze fixed on the screen. “His appearance, especially with his mother in tow, is likely a smokescreen–a cunning

be a

“The bastard’s really asking

outburst drew a reluctant grin from both

of this airport. Keep close tabs on Avery and his movements. If necessary,

checkpoint with his mother

jet.

we going, dear?” Mrs. Chambers asked, her expression an incongruous blend of innocence and confusion.

staying at home all the time,” Avery replied, his gaze softening as he stopped to lovingly adjust the plush blanket over