His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

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On the way back, Dean was behind the wheel, while Lily sat in the passenger seat, trying to comfort Jareth.

“Mr. Fairhaven, we need to keep our eyes peeled these days.”

Lily pondered for a moment before speaking up, “The owner behind the Velvet Haven is Avery. After the ruckus we caused tonight, he’s bound to catch wind of it. I’m afraid he’ll use the incident with you handling Gary to play some dirty tricks on you.”

“It doesn’t matter. Gary was just a toothless cur to begin with.”

Jareth’s voice, usually sharp and haughty, was now hoarse and burning with intensity, “I got what I came for. Gary’s men hurt your leg, and I took his arm for it. We’re even now. As for the rest, let it be. Who cares?”

“Mr. Fairhaven, thank you for avenging me.”

Eyes brimming with tears, Lily choked up before managing to finish her sentence, “But I hope this is the last time. I can take care of my own battles from now on. I don’t want you to get into trouble for someone like me again.”

Jareth’s lips, pale as death, formed a thin, straight line, and he remained silent.

“Mr. Fairhaven, are you heading home now?” Dean asked through the rearview mirror, glancing at Jareth, who appeared to be resting with his eyes closed.

“Home? huh, do I even have a home?”

Jareth coughed bitterly; his throat felt as if he had swallowed the bitterest gall of the world, the bitterness almost too much to bear, “The moment Marilla left, I lost my home. I can’t bring myself to go back there.”

he had no place to go, staying at the presidential suite of a hotel. With his financial resources, he could buy a dozen villas without batting an eye, yet he couldn’t bear to

home reminded him painfully of Marilla, and every corner brought back memories of the happy times they had spent together. Missing her was more torturous than death by

give me a cigarette,” Jareth’s voice

own distress, dissuaded him seriously, “No, Mr. Fairhaven, you’ve been smoking too much these days. The doctor said smoking

off, Dean slammed on the brakes, jolting everyone in the

on?” Jareth’s eyes

forehead was slick with sweat as he laid on the horn, “Mr. Fairhaven, we’ve got a car ahead playing chicken, and they won’t

car, though not as luxurious as the

with such plates. So, following the principle of “better safe than sorry for the

through Jareth commanded

But Mr. Fairhaven,

traffic, they should be yielding to us if they don’t follow

disobey and stepped hard on the gas. With a loud

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came out fuming ready to argue, and Dean was prepared to teach

charge? Are you out of your mind?” The driver boasted arrogantly, “If someone in this car got hurt

sitting in the back seat, and she

sharply, his gaze towards the man in the car as piercing as an arrow, emitting a bone–chilling

too, saw Jareth and,

as an angry sea, the other with a smirk, his demeanor a stark

driver needs a refresher course. His skills