His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 872

Chapter 872

At midnight, the VIP ward corridor was deserted and eerily silent, not a soul in sight.

After the nurse finished her rounds and checked on Mr. York, she had barely left when a figure dressed as a janitor silently slipped into the room.

The room was quiet, with Mr. York fast asleep.

The man quickly pulled a prepared syringe from his jacket and aimed for York's

thin, veiny arm.

"Who are you?!"

Startled, Mr. York suddenly woke, his eyes wide and fixed on the man.

"I'm the new janitor, here for a late check-up," the man stuttered, clearly panicked and fumbling over his words.

"Nonsense! My caretakers are handpicked by my daughter. Who the hell are you?!"

Mr. York's alarm bells were ringing. Just as he was about to press the call button, the man grabbed him by the throat!

"I'm sorry, Mr. York, but I've got no choice now!"

With a menacing look, the man tightened his grip until York's pale face turned a shade of purple-red. Through gritted teeth, he said, "I've served the York family for over a decade. You've been kind, so the least I can do is let you die knowing the truth.

Mr. York, remember this in your next life: blood ties or not, trust can easily turn into betrayal!"

Hearing this, Mr. York felt as if struck by lightning, his lips trembling.

me, blame your

resentment, York slowly closed

with a loud crash, the

"Freeze! Hands up!"

into the room, his hands firmly gripping his gun aimed at the

dashed to the window, pushing it open

down from the tenth

that moment, Aaron delivered a swift, precise kick, knocking the man to the

arrest for attempted murder! You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used against you in a

mask, Aaron revealed the face of Zachary's

"I-I'll tell you everything!"

wasn't me who wanted Mr. York dead! It was

gaze hardened, and he immediately ordered his team, "Get

less than an hour, the police apprehended Zachary at the airport, just as he was about to flee

covered his handcuffed wrists with a jacket to prevent any commotion, onlookers still took photos and

always dignified in public, furiously

nothing about the drugs; it has nothing

with a cold gaze, replied, "Chairman York, are you psychic, or just guilty? I haven't

card, "Captain Ashbourne, Aaron! Regardless, I am

adopted son, not his

felt as if he'd been slapped multiple

but also for conspiring to murder Mr. York, caught red-handed by our

looking for a way out, kept

the hit. With the evidence now

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