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.”

an arm around her waist, “I have my people

dancing across the keyboard, green code cascading down the screen like

partner’s skills, yet he couldn’t help but admire

“Okay, all set.”

enter key, stretching her fingers, “Let’s just wait for the show to start.”

her hand, ready to support her

central hall, the atmosphere was tense, filled with Elmsworth’s top officials and industry leaders.

Bartley was giving a speech.

at the forefront, while

high society, Bertha, the lone heiress of the Chambers family, had clout. But in the political arena, it was

she who had pushed her husband to his current heights. Without the Chambers family’s influence, her father’s support, her careful curating, Edgar would never have

the day she’d sit

whispers spread like

at her, acting high and mighty. You’d think

as if Edgar’s

from her family to support Mr. Gardner like a rat pilfering grain. The

over him. If they get power, Elmsworth’s folks will suffer!”

were just sour grapes, envious

Mr. Bartley concluded his speech, the hall erupted

presence, his voice booming through the hall. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Congressman Edgar Gardner, who will

the spotlight and a wave of applause, strode confidently onto

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

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to share with you the exciting

screen, and in a

cheerful expression darkened as if a thunderstorm

presentation, a handwritten ledger

–

clarity, the years of bribes he had accepted –

swayed, his

felt as though the ground had dropped from beneath her. Her face drained of color, her world spun in a whirlwind of

murmurs below surged into a tide of

look like the project

a ledger? Like

there! Isn’t

of secretly taken photographs: Edgar entering exclusive clubs, accepting lavish jewelry, and, more damning still, flanked by two bombshells,

media

behind this? This is some serious

this evidence and released it now, they’re out

Mr. Bartley? They’re political rivals

of reach? Whoever’s pulling the strings must be a real

and shiver on stage. Reporters, unsatisfied with mere snapshots, rushed the platform, aiming their mics