His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 770

On a night where the wind howled like souls in torment and a solitary moon cast a chilling glow, Barry arrived punctually at the old mansion’s second–floor study, where Gary was already waiting, his forlorn shadow. stretched across the floor like a specter summoned from the abyss.

“Dad, after all we’ve been through, I never imagined you’d be this ruthless with me.”

Gary lounged on the leather couch, his laugh cold as the grave. “I’ve always paid you respect, worked tirelessly for the family business, And now, just because I’m handicapped, you cast me aside like yesterday’s news. Isn’t that a bit harsh?”

Barry sensed danger and spun to yank open the door–only to find that it wouldn’t budge.

“Save your energy. You’re not stepping one foot out of this house unless I say so.” Gary, about to light a cigarette, remembered his incapacity and resentfully shoved it back into the pack.

“Greg, Greg!” Barry’s voice trembled with fear as sweat drenched his back.

The door creaked open.

“Mr. Fairhaven, Greg is here.”

Jackson entered with a sinister smile, his face smeared with blood, and callously dropped Greg’s lifeless body at Barry’s feet as if it were trash, “Sadly, he can’t serve you anymore.”

Terror gripped Barry as his vision tunneled and his body trembled. He roared at Gary, “You dared to kill? Have you lost your mind? What do you want?”

“I know exactly what I’m doing. And if I’ve gone mad, it’s because of you, because of Jareth.”

Gary shrugged indifferently. “Besides, it’s just murder. No big deal, Back in the day, you had no qualms about getting your hands dirty to build up the Fairhaven Group, right? Now you’re old, you’ve been acting the lapdog for so long you’ve forgotten you were once a wolf with a taste for blood.”

“Gary Fairhaven!”

Gary tossed a document on the coffee table. ‘Sign this, and I’ll spare your life out of fifty years of father–son affection. I lost interest in your shares. Let your precious grandson clean up the Fairhaven mess if he wants. Just transfer all your assets to me, and I’ll leave you with your life.”

Barry’s face, his teeth grinding in fury. He’d never been one to cower, to grovel for his life. How could he have built such an empire, one of the four great families,

his own son, of

for years, and now your true colors show. But I’m still one step ahead. Before you came for me, I transferred all my assets and shares to Jareth. He’s now the patriarch of the Fairhaven family, the one calling the shots

cracking with hatred. “Old bastard! You still dare to lie to me when you’re dying?” “Lie to you? Is that necessary? I

thought of letting you be the heir of the Fairhaven Group for a day! I have always

table, rage contorting his face, and plunged a knife deep Into Barry’s

oozed onto the floor, Barry clutched his wound and collapsed to his knees, his vision blurring

had lost all humanity in its quest for

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just say that even without my brother, I’d never take

kicked Barry down, his boot pressing into the bleeding wound, eliciting a scream of agony. “Let me share a secret

in disbelief, his eyes bulging with pain and betrayal.

time, when he watched me swim to the surface of the sea, his

with tears of blood. He roared in defiance,

then another, and

eyes wide open in a silent scream

even Jackson was stunned. The father and son duo was

blame me. Blame yourself for being too heartless

eyes. “Kris was too good for this world, too kind for the cutthroat business. Only I am the rightful

the mansion’s gates, Barry’s car still parked outside, an ominous symbol of the

you don’t just ignore the patriarch of the Fairhaven family without a second thought. So, she decided

by, the door finally

cunning, had concealed herself behind a cluster of bushes to spy on the scene unfolding before

her.

Jackson, muscles straining, as he dragged a black nylon duffel bag out

of the house.