His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 498

Evadne had always longed to hear those sweet nothings, which once seemed as elusive as dreams.

But now, Thaddeus was like a clingy talk show host, chattering away night and day into her ear until she almost grew tired of it.

Yet, each time he drew near, touched her, kissed her, her mind lit up like Fourth of July fireworks, and she found herself helplessly enraptured, letting him tease and seduce her.

Love, after all, wasn’t about what she said.

It was about her reactions: whether her cheeks flushed, her heart raced, or her body betrayed her will.

Breath slightly disheveled from his kisses, Evadne playfully wound her fingers around his tie, “Thaddeus, you used to be so serious. Now, you’re like some… some…”

She hesitated, deciding the comparison she had in mind was too crass to voice. Even if it was true, some modesty should be preserved.

Thaddeus, breathing heavily, desperation and desire pooling in his eyes, stroked her neck, their foreheads touching.

“Evadne, I’m your hound,” he confessed.

Her heart skipped, cheeks flushed like a rosy dawn, her fingertip poking his firm chest, “Stop it, you. Insulting yourself is like insulting me.”

He swallowed hard, biting her tender, blushing lip, “Today, luckily, we’ve got an SUV. It’s spacious enough for us to play.”

“I came for revenge, not to mess around in a car!”

Evadne’s cheeks burned, and she flicked his forehead, quickly changing the subject. “Speaking of which, where’s the Fairhaven clan today? Jareth is practically a CEO. Wouldn’t he want to horn in on this occasion? Can’t stand to let the Chambers family steal the spotlight?”

“The Fairhavens are still cleaning up the mess Edith left behind. They’ve been under scrutiny, and they’re afraid showing up now might stir controversy.”

“Smart of them,” she scoffed.

Thaddeus leaned in, his nose tickling her cheek, “Jareth also said he hates these kind of do’s. Would rather be home cuddling with his sweet wife.”

“You’ve been cuddling me for days, leaving me all sticky and uncomfortable every morning,” Evadne complained as she wriggled out from his lap, “We’re sleeping in separate beds tonight!”

He watched her move away, lamenting, “Don’t be so cruel, Evadne.”

Then a knock at the door.

Evadne lowered the window to see Gordon’s face.

“Mr. Thaddeus, Mrs. Abernathy, everything’s set inside.”

“Thanks, Mr. Gordon,” she replied with a nod, but added a stern reminder, “Be vigilant. Today’s event is crucial. The Abernathy family isn’t here. If you’re spotted by the Chambers family, they’ll suspect something. It could hinder our plans.”

“Don’t worry, Evadne.”

her waist, “I have my people inside,

laptop, fingers dancing across the keyboard, green code cascading down

was accustomed to his partner’s skills, yet he couldn’t help but admire her, feeling both awe

“Okay, all set.”

fingers, “Let’s just

ready to support

filled with Elmsworth’s top officials and industry leaders.

Bartley was giving

while spouses like Bertha were

of the Chambers family, had clout. But in the political arena, it was a man’s world. She was just Edgar’s wife, without much say.

his current heights. Without the Chambers family’s influence,

with haughty pride, imagining the day she’d sit at the front like

whispers spread like wildfire.

acting high and mighty. You’d think

as if Edgar’s victory is certain. A bit overconfident, isn’t

been funneling money from her family to support Mr. Gardner like a rat pilfering grain. The Chambers family is

over him. If they get power,

grapes, envious of her noble birth, her husband’s

his speech, the

“Ladies and gentlemen,

and a wave of applause, strode confidently onto the stage.

standing to clap, her heart swelling with pride. She wanted the world to know that the man of the hour was

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microphone. “I am thrilled to share with you the exciting

screen, and in a

thunderstorm

planned project presentation, a handwritten ledger appeared on the

–

bribes he had accepted – dates,

his mind

from beneath her. Her face drained of color, her world spun in a whirlwind of shock and horror.

into a

like the

that a ledger? Like for

Gardner’s name, right there! Isn’t that his dirty money?”

shifted again. Now it cycled through a series of secretly taken photographs: Edgar entering exclusive clubs,

crowd erupted. The media went

Lord! Who’s behind this? This is some

and released it now, they’re

Bartley? They’re political rivals in the

reach? Whoever’s pulling the strings

Reporters, unsatisfied with mere snapshots, rushed the platform, aiming their mics