His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 871

After Warner's arrest, the public uproar made The Bright Group the center of a scandalous storm.

Though concrete evidence linking The Bright Biopharmacy to human drug trials was yet to surface, suspicion alone was enough to tarnish their reputation. In a world where perception often outweighs truth, the mere hint of doubt could seal one's fate.

"Mr. Chambers, you're a genius! Your foresight is unmatched!"

In the office, Harvey scrolled enthusiastically through comments on his iPad, showcasing them to Avery. "Warner has become our perfect scapegoat. Public opinion has turned against The Bright Group, painting them as the real villains behind the unethical experiments! Mr. Chambers, everything is playing out exactly as you predicted!"

Avery, hands wrapped around a golf club, swung smoothly, landing the ball in the hole with ease. "Those who work for me must be under my control. I have no use for those who can't be managed. I promised that this matter would be handled cleanly. When I make a promise, I keep it."

Harvey, smug with success, chimed in, "Now, Warner's caught in a web of his own making, with no easy way out! If he dares mention your name to the police, even in passing, the video of him drugging a woman, leading to her cardiac arrest, will be all over Elmsworth. Drug trafficking might get him a decade or so in prison with a good lawyer, but manslaughter, coupled with evidence tampering, could land him on death row! As long as we have this evidence, he'll take this secret to his grave!"

"You're right; he should take it to his grave." Avery's tone was calm, as he swung again.

Harvey gasped, "You mean-"

Avery smiled slightly, "Find the right moment. Eliminate him."

"Mr. Chambers, at a time like this, why add more fuel to the fire?"

Harvey, puzzled, handed back the golf club, "With this leverage, Warner won't dare speak out. You could rest easy."

"Firstly, I trust no one but the dead."

Avery approached the sofa, picked up a wine glass, and swirled it elegantly, his lips barely touching the rim, "Secondly, if Warner dies now, what do you think the public will believe?"

Harvey had an epiphany, his eyes widening, "They'll think he couldn't handle the pressure and took his own life?!"

"I like to extract all possible value from something. Warner's final worth lies in this."

Avery sipped the wine, tasting the sweet flavor of imminent victory, "Make it happen soon. Make it look a suicide."

"Yes, Mr. Chambers!"

"Any news on Wayne recently?" Avery's glasses glinted coldly.

"I've had someone on him since he helped Warner dispose of the body. Except for work and visiting his comatose wife at the nursing home, he's been laying low."

"Keep me informed of any developments."

"Mr. Chambers, I mean, if Director-General Wayne does something drastic, what will you do?"

"How I always do."

at him with a hint of irritation, "Don't play

feeling a chill run down his spine, treading on thin

the world was

bright moon in his dark sky, the

spend the night in the hospital room,

saw a crowd watching a news report on Warner's

a quiet café, ordered the cheapest coffee, and sat in a corner, lost in

wife's latest medical report, his eyes reddened with

"Ah, my dear."

out a cigarette. Searching his pockets, he realized

of orange light appeared before

the sight of the tall,

what a

smile, lit

spoke volumes, considering the few who could

I join you?" Thaddeus asked, his demeanor gracious and approachable.

any entourage, creating an atmosphere of

your stature wouldn't normally frequent

his gaze dark, "So,

"Not exactly."

gaze sincere, "The incident at the nursing home reached me through my wife.

Mrs. Jones share a deep bond. We're both men who prioritize our wives, even if it means going out of

meaning, was a dance only the

"So, Mr. Thaddeus

flickered briefly, "Not

a term of endearment. We're not cut

remained cool and

the blue, Warner got nabbed.

twiddling their thumbs, after all. He got what

"And who do you think will

suddenly felt

would I know?" Wayne replied coldly, his fingers trembling slightly around his cigarette, ash

dealings with Avery, spreading contraband far and wide,

Skyrim, Avery still threw him under the bus. It just goes to show, in his eyes, no one can

hound's cooked. Director-General Wayne, do you think you're any

you've got nothing else to say, I'll be

that Avery's spies were everywhere in Elmsworth. If he was