His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 505

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.”

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

the encrypted folder on my laptop in

for passwords.”

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

the detention center, Harvey eagerly approached.

lazily extended his hands, which Harvey promptly sanitized, then spritzed him with a freshening

and oppressive in there. No place for

hands, his germaphobe tendencies surfacing, “Although, it’s a fitting environment for maggots like

presence. That’s

inquired tentatively, “Mr. Chambers, will that madwoman

how could it not succeed?” Avery

congratulations then, another thorn removed from your side.”

options, he’ll have to rely on

“Hopefully.”

“My father has done a lot for me. I

I’ve just received word

wait,

his glasses, a cold spark in his eyes, “Contact Eden. Tell him everything is ready. We can send him

car cruised toward The Velvet

thought of the upcoming events and the grand designs for

under his

Except for Evadne.

clenched his fist in frustration and asked, “I had you keep an eye on the

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

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

out day and night

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

adult. And Emeric, knowing full well his daughter is

now. But I bet with her smarts and her knack for

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

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

“Stop the car!”

slammed on the brakes, sweat beading on his forehead.

palm pressed against the window, his breath fogging the glass in quick, fervent gasps, yet it couldn’t obscure the striking figure that pierced

food cart where

food in earnest, looking up only

Evadne

refined taste, would stoop to join his beloved at a street cart late at night? He, who typically

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