His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 753

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.”

his financial resources, he could buy a dozen villas without batting an eye, yet he couldn’t bear to

memories of the happy times they had spent together.

a cigarette,” Jareth’s voice

doctor said smoking and drinking are bad for your stomach. You have a heavy

trailed off, Dean slammed on the brakes, jolting everyone

on?” Jareth’s eyes opened slightly.

slick with sweat as he laid on the horn, “Mr. Fairhaven, we’ve got

that the car, though not as luxurious as the Fairhaven Group’s, had a distinctive black–and–white license

people with special privileges drove cars with such plates. So, following the principle of “better safe than sorry

through Jareth

besitated. But Mr. Fairhaven, that car is

against traffic, they should be yielding to us if they don’t follow the rules of the road, why give them

gas. With a loud bang,

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to argue, and Dean was prepared to teach him a lesson

the plate before you charge? Are you out of your mind?” The driver boasted arrogantly, “If someone

glare of the headlights, Lily recognized the man sitting in the back seat, and she gasped, “Mr. Fairhaven, that’s Mr. Bartley’s son, Alston!”

the car as piercing as

of the car, and Lily quickly followed. Alston, too, saw Jareth and, accompanied by his bodyguard, stepped

each other, one with eyes as stormy as an angry sea, the other with a smirk, his demeanor a stark contrast to the forced civility at the Chambers

Fairhaven, looks like your driver needs a refresher course. His skills seem a bit