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.”

wrapped an arm around her waist, “I have my people inside, too.”

green code cascading down the screen like

yet he couldn’t help but admire her, feeling both awe and

“Okay, all set.”

the enter key, stretching her fingers, “Let’s

her hand, ready to support her come hell or

the atmosphere was tense, filled with Elmsworth’s

was giving

business delegates sat at the forefront, while spouses like Bertha were relegated to the back.

the lone heiress of the Chambers family, had clout. But in the political arena,

who had pushed her husband to his current heights. Without the Chambers family’s influence, her father’s support, her careful curating,

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

her, whispers spread like

mighty. You’d think she had eyes on her

Edgar’s victory is certain. A

family to support Mr. Gardner like a rat pilfering grain. The Chambers family is fed up with her, yet she’s none the wiser.”

over him. If

remarks. They were just sour grapes, envious of her noble birth,

Bartley concluded his speech, the hall erupted

stage with a commanding presence, his voice booming through the hall. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Congressman Edgar Gardner, who will unfold Elmsworth’s

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

on the verge of standing to clap, her heart swelling with pride. She wanted the world to

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all smiles, approached the microphone. “I am thrilled to share with you the exciting

screen, and in a heartbeat, his composure

as if a thunderstorm had suddenly gathered above his

planned project presentation, a handwritten ledger appeared

–

of bribes he had accepted – dates, locations, amounts both large and small, all meticulously

swayed, his mind

her. Her face drained of color, her world spun in

below surged into

look like

that a ledger? Like for

right there!

screen shifted again. Now it cycled through a series of secretly taken photographs: Edgar entering exclusive clubs, accepting lavish jewelry, and, more damning still, flanked by two bombshells, heading into a private

crowd erupted. The media went into a

behind this? This

released it now,

political rivals

of reach?

shiver on stage. Reporters, unsatisfied with mere snapshots, rushed