His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 550

“Dad! Byron’s on the hook for attempted murder! He hired a hitman! And Aaron caught him red–handed. Even if I brought in the best lawyers from around the globe, they couldn’t save him!”

Matthew bet his dad wouldn’t dare lay a finger on him. After all, he had a strong following within the corporation and was clutching a major project deal he’d snagged from Cassius. So he put on a defiant air, “If you’ve got a problem with me, just say it! Why drag Avery into this to rub my nose in it? Who’s been the dutiful son all these years? Who’s been sweating blood for the company? Haven’t I worked my fingers to the bone? Besides, it’s Byron who’s messed up, not me. If he could keep it in his pants, we wouldn’t be in this mess! If we keep cleaning up his disasters, we’re all going down with him!”

His words were harsh but true.

Although Byron was Jeff’s golden boy, Jeff was at his wit’s end, running out of patience for his disappointing son.

“Dad, cool down. I think Matthew’s right on the money,” Avery chimed in, speaking slowly and deliberately. “As cold as it may sound, for the sake of the Chambers Group, you have to make the tough call. No matter how much it hurts to let Byron go, we’ve got to cut our losses. No matter how things got this bad, the guy who got nabbed is Byron’s guy. Someone’s gotta take the fall.” Jeff’s lips were pressed into a thin line, his complexion darkened with anger.

“Avery’s got a point! Dad! We keep protecting Byron, and we’re playing with fire!” Matthew, for once, agreed with his usual adversary.

“If that’s the case, Matthew, you handle this mess,” Jeff said bitterly, his voice husky with the pain of a father about to disown his son.

After their father left, the boardroom held just the two brothers or rather, the last two survivors of a brutal game.

“Matthew, looks like it’ll just be you and me left to run the show. I’ll be counting on your support.”

Avery rose gracefully, a cold smirk on his lips, “When you see Byron, try to keep it gentle, will ya? He’s a notorious crybaby. If he realizes he’s never walking out of prison, he might just lose it and tear you to shreds.”

“You just lucked out, don’t get cocky,” Matthew spat through clenched teeth, knowing just how to get under his skin. “Bertha and Byron’s downfall has nothing to do with you. It’s Evadne and Thaddeus, that power couple, who have the guts to stand up to the Chambers Group.”

The mention of the couple was a knife in Avery’s side.

His eyes blazed with fury, as if a wild beast was rampaging through his chest.

In three strides, Avery was in Matthew’s face, fists clenched so tight his knuckles cracked.

“Avery, you’re not thinking of getting physical here, are you?” Matthew taunted, pointing up at the security cameras. “Go on, it’ll just ruin that nice–guy act you’ve got going.”

Matthew’s tie, “Matthew, that self–righteous look on your face

you say,

Matthew’s breath. Gasping for air, Matthew tried to pry away the strangling grip, “I was just provoking you, and you’re already itching to

was in, Matthew’s

your dirty work. I thought I’d

heartily, leaving Matthew in the empty

the police station.

an appearance, were there in spirit, watching over Beverly and the other victim from the shadows.

were there every step of the way, assisting the victims‘ families with paperwork, patiently answering questions, and providing support.

you. And you, young man, you’re a friend of Ms. Evadne, aren’t you?” Mrs. Higgins said tearfully, bowing gratefully to Jason. “Thank you

to support her, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m helping not just for you

yourself?” Mrs. Higgins asked,

live stream, that’s my girlfriend,” Jason replied with pride swelling in

both of you kind–hearted, but you also make a handsome couple – truly a perfect match.

a kid on Christmas morning with a brand new bike under the

the restroom, desperate for a moment alone to collect herself. She couldn’t bear the thought of her mother seeing her so vulnerable,

with a heart too big to leave her side, followed suit and stood outside the restroom like a loyal guard dog, a mix of patience and concern etched on his face.

typically conscious of appearances,

from tears, shuffling with

could even look up, a clean blue checkered handkerchief appeared in front

a warm smile reaching his eyes. “You’ve got the smudged mascara of a rockstar after a concert, but I bet letting

stain it with her tears. She

wash it and

watched her with an intense gaze, his heart pounding uncontrollably as her vulnerable beauty and fluttering lashes seemed to play

tousled hair, stroking it softly, his voice rough with

trouble again, come to me. No matter when or where, I’ll be there as

up, locking eyes with his radiant gaze, and felt

from the police

in Thaddeus’s embrace, the two of them waiting in the car for

now, aside from Byron’s lawyer, not a peep from the Chambers family. No one’s stepping up to bail him out, no

of sweat on her brow. It was the second day of her period, the cramps