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.”

presidential suite of a hotel. With his financial resources, he could buy a dozen villas without batting an eye, yet he couldn’t bear

and every corner brought back memories of the happy times they had spent together. Missing her was more torturous than death by a thousand cuts,

a cigarette,” Jareth’s voice was

seriously, “No, Mr. Fairhaven, you’ve been smoking too much these days. The doctor said smoking and drinking are bad for your stomach. You have a heavy burden to bear; you can’t fall now! So

trailed off, Dean slammed on the brakes, jolting everyone

Jareth’s eyes

on the horn, “Mr. Fairhaven, we’ve got a car ahead

as luxurious as the Fairhaven

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

Jareth

Fairhaven, that

be yielding to us if they don’t follow the rules of the

on the gas. With a loud bang, the hood of

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

your mind?” The driver boasted arrogantly, “If someone

the back seat, and she gasped,

his gaze towards the man in the car as piercing as an

too, saw Jareth and, accompanied by his bodyguard, stepped out of his car

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 Group’s banquet. Now he was

driver needs a refresher