His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 505

Bertha’s face contorted with rage, her eyes boring into Avery’s delicate and infuriating visage.

“Help me, they’re all beasts, but what about you, Avery? Aren’t you one of them? Oh, you’re not, you’re the devil incarnate! Even more malevolent!”

Avery remained unflustered, his smile only growing, “I may not be the epitome of virtue, but even beasts have their tender moments with their young. I can’t bring myself to be too harsh on my sister. So, I thought I’d lend you a hand, sis. Besides, who else but me would come to see you here, in this godforsaken place? Do you really think you’re still a part of the Chambers family?”

Seeing that Bertha was still resistant to his so–called “help,” Avery then added.

“Bertha, have you ever stopped to think who really brought you and your husband to this sorry state?”

Bertha’s rage bubbled to the surface as she screamed, “The Ashbourne family, it’s the Ashbourne family taking revenge on me! That wretched Evadne can’t escape blame!”

Avery’s cold lips curled up slightly as he shook his head, “You messed with Emeric’s own daughter. That old man didn’t end you right there and then out of consideration for the decades of ties between our families. But didn’t a

t all of this start because of Byron?”

“Byron.” Bertha’s mind buzzed with the name.

In the days she’d spent stewing, she’d been fixated on the Ashbournes, nearly forgetting that spineless weasel!

“Byron seduced you into the Ashbourne family’s crosshairs. If he hadn’t been so arrogant and full of himself from the start, you and your husband would still be living a life of glory. And now, he’s ruined everything. From the press conference to your incarceration, did he ever speak up for you? He let you take the fall, while he remains safely under the Chambers family’s protection, continuing his charade as Mr. Chambers. Are you really going to swallow that bitter pill? I can’t stand to see you like this, Bertha.”

Reason and emotion – that was the way to get to her.

Bertha quieted down, clearly contemplating her next move, but her eyes grew a deeper shade of red with hatred.

“What do you propose we do?”

“That depends on how sincere you are about cooperating with me,” Avery said, stretching out comfortably, his legs crossed. The ball was in his court

now.

Bertha’s eyes were frighteningly red as she ground out each word, nearly crushing her teeth, “I want him dead!”

“Death is too easy, too quick. He’d be free of pain.”

a sinister smile playing on his lips, “You need him to beg for death, yet be unable to achieve it. Make him live every day hating you,

encrypted folder on my

for passwords.”

the woman’s wrathful face, “Your so–called

leaving the detention center,

Harvey promptly sanitized, then spritzed him

in there. No place for humans.”

tendencies surfacing, “Although, it’s a fitting environment for maggots like Bertha.”

her with your presence. That’s more than enough

inquired tentatively, “Mr. Chambers, will that madwoman

not succeed?” Avery said with an arrogant lift of his

early congratulations then,

Byron falls, what about Matthew? When your father runs out of options, he’ll have to rely on you. The

“Hopefully.”

complex emotions as he looked towards the dark sky, “My father has done a lot for me.

received word that your private jet is

been a wait, but worth it.”

Eden. Tell him everything is ready. We can send

toward The Velvet

smile at the thought of the upcoming

was under

Except for Evadne.

“I had you keep an eye on the Ashbourne family.

the Ashbourne family. Chairman Ashbourne is searching high and low for her, and

home? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Avery’s eyes narrowed

guys have been staking out day and night without sleep

when Evadne was a child, climbing walls and trees, doing anything to

such a mischief–maker as an adult. And Emeric, knowing full well his daughter is too headstrong to bow down, how could he ground Evadne? Isn’t that just

I bet with her smarts and her knack for standing out, no one can push

by and watch their beloved sister drift about out there. If Emeric can’t find her, those

before he could finish his sentence, his eyes were drawn to a startling scene outside the

“Stop the car!”

brakes, sweat

pressed against the window, his breath fogging the glass in quick, fervent gasps, yet it couldn’t obscure

food cart where hot dogs and pretzels were

their food in

Evadne and

himself on his refined taste, would stoop to join his beloved at a street cart late at night? He, who typically indulged in nothing but the finest carbs, was now gorging on late–night snacks