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 the glass, a sinister smile playing on his lips, “You need him to beg for death, yet be unable to

folder on my laptop in my study.

for passwords.”

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

the detention center, Harvey eagerly approached.

his hands, which Harvey promptly sanitized, then

in there. No place for

his germaphobe tendencies surfacing, “Although, it’s

with your presence. That’s more than

Chambers, will that

succeed?” Avery said with an arrogant lift

a cause for early congratulations then, another thorn

your father runs out of options, he’ll have to rely on you. The entire Chambers Group will be

“Hopefully.”

dark sky, “My father has done a

I’ve just received word that your private jet

wait, but

eyes, “Contact Eden. Tell him everything is ready. We can

cruised toward

but smile at the thought of the upcoming events and the grand designs for the

was under his control.

Except for Evadne.

the thought, Avery clenched his fist in frustration and asked, “I had you

forehead, remembering, “Our guys found out Ms. Ashbourne has fled the Ashbourne family. Chairman Ashbourne is

you tell me sooner?” Avery’s

staking out day

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

his daughter is too headstrong to bow down, how could he ground Evadne? Isn’t that just like caging a

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

watch their beloved sister drift about out there. If Emeric can’t

his glasses, but before he could finish his sentence, his eyes were drawn to a

“Stop the car!”

sweat beading on his

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

cart where hot dogs and pretzels were being served

their food in earnest, looking up only to share smiles and laughter.

Evadne and

that 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 gorging on late–night snacks