His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 754

“What did you say? Say it again,” Jareth’s breathing became erratic, his eyes bloodshot, as if holding back a fire that could scorch the heavens and the earth!

At this moment, the man was thoroughly enraged, teetering on the brink of collapse, and Alston took perverse pleasure in watching him unravel.

Alston lifted his chin with the smug smile of a victor, “Mr. Fairhaven, if I have anyone to thank for my current bliss with Marilla, it’s you. Had your Fairhaven Group cherished a gem like Marilla instead of tormenting her to death and engaging in such despicable acts, she would have been yours by now, wouldn’t she? And I would never have had the chance to experience this exquisite fate.”

Earlier, their whispers had been inaudible to Lily and Dean. But now, the revelation struck them like a bolt from the blue, a crushing pain spreading through their very core.

“You’re lying!”

With a bang, Jareth grabbed Alston by the collar, lifting him nearly off his feet and slamming him against the car door with such speed that even the Bartley family’s bodyguards couldn’t react in time!

When they tried to intervene, Lily and Dean blocked them, preventing anyone from getting close to Jareth.

Alston grimaced in pain, feeling as though his spine might break into pieces. Accustomed to a life of luxury, he was not used to this kind of rough treatment, and his voice trembled with fear, “What good does it do you to lash out at me?! Marilla slipped through your fingers; you couldn’t protect your own woman! This is just impotent rage!”

Jareth’s handsome face turned ashen, his throat filled with the taste of blood.

“Even without me, the Abernathy family would never marry their daughter into the Fairhaven family! And do you think it was my family who forced her hand? She agreed to marry me of her own will, thoroughly disappointed in you!”

“Shut your mouth!” Jareth roared hysterically, his fist cracking with the force of his grip as it hurtled toward Alston’s face, who, terrified, clamped his eyes shut.

“Mr. Fairhaven!” Lily intervened in time, her calloused palm catching the iron–hard fist, “Please, stop!”

But Jareth’s teeth were still clenched, and the fury in his eyes couldn’t be quelled.

you? Why aren’t you

Mr. Hamilton Abernathy and his son, Mr. Frederic Abernathy, are united in their disdain for you. They’d love nothing more than to see your Fairhaven

morning hours, Marilla had yet to retire, sitting before her easel in a cozy, fuzzy

sound. The figure taking shape on the paper, though only outlined in simple strokes, was unmistakably the man who haunted

her trembling fingertips caressing the bright eyes in the drawing, as a torrent of precious memories overwhelmed her. Her heart ached, and she quickly shut her

Jareth, and he would gradually forget her, finding happiness with someone better suited for

a gentle hesitant knock sounded, “Ms. Abernathy, are

Chapter 754

in,” Marilla

a young maid, once the best friend of Erica at Windermere Estate. Now that Marilla had returned home, the

you not resting at this

“Ms. Abernathy.”

spoke, “Mr. Jareth Fairhaven has been standing outside the Windermere

trembled, as if a knife had

afraid to disturb Mr. Frederic Abernathy. Even if Mr. Frederic Abernathy were asleep, if Dennis heard about it, things could get very complicated,” the maid

device vibrated wildly, a barrage of missed call notifications flooding the screen, all from Jareth.

was only one message:

I miss you.]

the heartfelt words, burning scars into her

grown accustomed to his absence. Even if she hadn’t, she believed

this simple message of longing, leaving her utterly

Abernathy, go see him, just sneak out,” the maid

slender figure resembling a tender shoot bent by

don’t go, you’ll