His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 759

Ever since Mr. Bartley let slip at the District Attorney’s son’s wedding that his family was tying the knot with the high–profile Abernathy family, it spread like wildfire through the elite social circles of Elmsworth.

On the surface, everyone offered their congratulations, but behind closed doors, they mocked Timothy for his shameless social climbing. Whispers went around that he would let his only son marry a woman with a few screws loose, ail for the sake of his political ambitions.

When the gossip reached Mr. Hamilton Abernathy’s ears, it only deepened his disapproval of the match. As soon as he voiced his opposition, Frederic dredged up the old family scandal involving the Fairhavens to throw back in Hamilton’s face.

“When I flat–out objected to Marilla running off with that no–good Fairhaven boy, you were all about playing Cupid. You insisted on planting our precious lily among the Fairhaven compost! And what did that get her? Turned her into the laughingstock of Elmsworth!

Not just that, you tore me a new one in front of Thaddeus and the Fairhaven kid, treating my good intentions like dirt. You made me lose face as the head of the family. And what was the endgame? You still pushed your favorite granddaughter into a pit of fire.”

Hamilton’s silvery brows knitted together as he exhaled a weary sigh, “I’m your father; don’t I know what’s in your mind? You don’t really care about Marilla; it’s your own pride you can’t swallow!”

Frederic clenched his jaw.

“Do you even know the Bartley boy? Have you got a clue about his character? I chose Jareth because my granddaughter fancies him, and he’s Thaddeus‘ best friend. They grew up together, so we know what he’s made of!

Sure, the Fairhaven family’s a mess, but Jareth’s a diamond in the rough. You’ve been putting pressure on the Fairhaven Group, trying to throw a wrench in their works, but Jareth, as CEO, has held firm, dealing with each. problem you’ve tossed his way. I trust him to handle the snakes within the Fairhaven Group too!”

At this, Frederic’s gaze darkened. He knew all along that back then the old man’s heated words were just a facade, and deep down, he still favored Jareth for Marilla. It seemed the old man had cooled off and still wanted Marilla to end up with Jareth.

With the Abernathy Group’s reins already in Thaddeus‘ hands, if Frederic couldn’t even decide on his daughter’s marriage, wouldn’t it be like trampling his pride in the mud once again?

“And the most important thing, Marilla’s not like other kids!”

The memory of his granddaughter’s suffering filled his eyes with tears, “You know damn well how much she adores Jareth! They’ve only been apart for a short time, and you’re already rushing her into the arms of a stranger. What kind of father are you, to not consider your daughter’s heart? Is your mind all wrapped up in bandages?!”

Frederic’s teeth ground together, “Marilla and the young Bartley were high school classmates. Three years shoulder to shoulder, so they’re well–acquainted. Besides, Marilla has already agreed to the match.” Hamilton was struck as if by lightning, “What did you say?! Marilla, did you force her into this?!”

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eyebrow coldly, “Marilla’s grown up. She knows how to weigh the pros and cons,

don’t care for my

fricking mouth!”

your

Frederic! This time, the man was quick to dodge, and the

Chapter 759

dinner invitation and prepared to escort Marilla to the

evening gown selected by Mr. Frederic Abernathy himself. Each one was lavish enough, but

regularly,” Marilla sat before easel calmly, still perfecting

without him seem less agonizing.

leaving soon. Mr. Frederic Abernathy is waiting downstairs,”

the mirror. Her mind wandered

clinging to his shoulders, afraid of falling. Her slender limbs entwined around his strong, honey–glowing frame. They were deeply entwined, and he wickedly carried her around the room,

her, who was already languid from their intimacy, in front of the vast wardrobe, his

his sweaty chest,

The next moment, everything went dark, followed by

choose for you, honey.”

with expensive evening gowns. The soft, skin–caressing fabric enveloped them as

Abernathy, your

cheeks burning with a rosy blush

need it

looked concerned; she knew the teddy bear was Ms. Abernathy’s emotional anchor, and without

meet guests with Dad today.

a/private

this soiree was an intimate affair, reserved for the Bartleys‘ closest friends and family – a miniature betrothal celebration for

son, Alston, amongst