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.”

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

of the happy times they

a cigarette,” Jareth’s

seriously, “No, Mr. Fairhaven, you’ve been smoking too much these days. The doctor said smoking and drinking

Dean slammed on the brakes, jolting

on?” Jareth’s

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

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

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

Jareth commanded

besitated. But Mr. Fairhaven, that

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

the gas. With a

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argue, and Dean was prepared to teach

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

recognized the man sitting in the back seat, and she gasped,

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

quickly followed. Alston, too, saw Jareth and,

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 all scorn and

a refresher course. His skills seem