His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 791

In the hazy ambiance of a genteel coffee house, behind an ornate folding screen, two figures were engaged in a game that had long been a pastime of strategic minds.

Chad, clad in a modern–cut suit, faced Alexia over a chessboard. His attire was impeccable, and his appearance was striking–it seemed that he had descended from an ethereal realm, carrying with him an air of noble sophistication.

“Sir, news from Elmsworth has arrived. Glynnis has been completely forsaken by Mr. Frederic,” Alexia murmured; her voice was a hushed whisper.

“The paternity test you released at the press conference really shook Mr. Frederic,” she added.

“An expected outcome,” Chad replied in an indifferent and aloof tone, his lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. “Elspeth is useless, and what stir can her daughter possibly cause? For many years now, I’ve been aware that Glynnis is not of Abernathy blood. Elspeth’s clandestine actions are as clear to me as daylight.”

“You knew all along? Then why didn’t you expose them sooner?” Alexia asked; her surprise was evident.

“Elspeth has been leveraging her position as the lady of the Abernathy estate to amass wealth underhandedly. Aren’t you worried, or afraid? What if she had gotten a share of the Abernathy assets? What if she had used Frederic to take control? Aren’t you concerned that your leniency might breed a threat?”

calm, practiced move. “Elspeth’s greed is surpassing, but her capabilities were lacking, and with my grandfather at the helm

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message to Mr. Chambers when you have a moment,” Chad instructed, while lifting his tea cup with elegance. “A new round of the game begins, and I’ve helped him enough already. How he plays his next

clinging to life, found himself in a hospital under police watch. Despite the heinous acts he’d committed, his life would be preserved by

night, a figure in a white lab coat and mask pushed a cart along the chilling and dimly lit hospital corridor. Entering a room and locking the door behind him, the figure approached the bed where Gary lied; he was still awake, with his gaze fixed on the ceiling; his body was entwined with

this man looks,” one might think, “more like a victim than perpetrator,” it was hard to imagine him as the monster who would

it’s time for your medication,”

eyes widened in terror as the man before him removed his mask to reveal a face twisted with rage–it was Dean, whose eyes were

you fear death?” Dean taunted, as Gary’s muffled protests