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.”

to beg for death,

the encrypted folder on my laptop in my study. The password is,”

for

outcome, looking down on the woman’s wrathful face, “Your so–called encryption is child’s play to

the detention center, Harvey eagerly approached.

sanitized, then spritzed him with a freshening spray.

oppressive in there. No

frowned, vigorously rubbing his hands, his germaphobe tendencies surfacing, “Although, it’s a fitting

your presence. That’s more than

inquired tentatively, “Mr. Chambers, will that madwoman cooperate

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

then, another

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

“Hopefully.”

has done a lot for me. I just hope to live up to his

Mr. Chambers, I’ve just received word that

been a wait, but worth

his eyes, “Contact Eden. Tell him everything is ready. We can send him and his brothers on their

car cruised toward The Velvet Haven.

but smile at the thought of the

under his control.

Except for Evadne.

fist in frustration and asked, “I

his forehead, remembering, “Our guys found out Ms. Ashbourne has fled the Ashbourne family. Chairman Ashbourne is searching high and low for her, and she hasn’t been found

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

tight–lipped. Our guys have been staking out day and night without sleep to get this scoop!”

glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose with a frown, “I remember when Evadne was a child, climbing walls

adult. And Emeric, knowing full well his daughter is too headstrong to bow down, how could

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

never stand by and watch their beloved sister drift about out there. If Emeric can’t find her,

he could finish his sentence, his eyes were drawn to

“Stop the car!”

slammed on the brakes, sweat beading on his forehead.

the glass in quick, fervent gasps, yet it couldn’t obscure the striking figure that

of a street food cart where hot dogs and

leaned over their food in earnest, looking up only to

Evadne

the haughty billionaire, who always prided 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