His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 568

At this moment, Frederic’s eye muscles twitched, his mind a whirlwind of chaos.

Amidst the turmoil, there was a profound sense of unease and fear.

“I have no clue what Mr. Thaddeus meant,” Dennis managed, his forehead beading with cold sweat. He was caught between a rock and a hard place, and any slip of the tongue could spell disaster on both fronts.

“You said earlier that Cynthia’s death might have been foul play? That Thaddeus said Elspeth did it? Does he have proof? Does

he?”

“You really need to ask Mr. Thaddeus, I truly don’t know.”

Frederic released his grip, his hands veined and trembling. His shoulders felt as though they bore the weight of mountains, pressing down inexorably, as each breath became more laborious to draw.

The confident aura he had upon arrival was now nowhere to be seen.

He could accept, tolerate, and stoop as low as possible. Elspeth had trampled over every boundary.

Even now, his disdain for the scheming woman was complete, but for the greater good of the Abernathy Group, for the sake of his reputation as the chairman, he swallowed bitter pills, feigning deafness and muteness time and again!

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thing he could not accept the

himself, to hypnotize his own mind-

earlier words were said in anger, meant to guilt him, to sicken and

in such agony, Dennis cautiously ventured, “Mr. Abernathy, do you want me to go…”

do anything!”

wide with panic, “The trial is imminent, there’s much you have to do. Don’t get distracted! Right now, there’s nothing more important than navigating the Abernathy Group through

Elspeth’s trial on the horizon, the internet was awash with her scandalous deeds. She was the wife of the Abernathy Group chairman, so it was inevitable that some

the progress on the press conference I asked you to arrange?” Frederic steadied

set. Tomorrow afternoon at three, the conference will commence on

melancholic as he looked towards Cynthia’s gravestone, his fingers curled so tightly they threatened

spoke with a heavy voice, “Let’s head

drive home from the cemetery, Thaddeus‘ stern visage was pale as a winter’s frost.

with hers, feeling as though she held blocks of ice,

“Thaddeus, I hope you understand why I stopped

where your heart is.”

afraid that by revealing Elspeth as my mother’s killer to Frederic too soon, it might compromise your quest for justice. You fear that his love for my mother might

his chest, “Yes, but

more?” Thaddeus looked down at her

have left Mr. Abernathy on tenterhooks. He’ll likely be restless, consumed with what you left unsaid.” Evadne’s lips curled with a hint of mischief, “Let’s save this grand revelation for the end. Only with a proper buildup will the