His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 552

Byron’s eyes sparkled with frantic hope as he spotted Matthew across the long table. It was as though he was a man about to be shattered on the rocks below, who had just managed to grasp a lifeline.

Their reunion, however, was cut short by the watchful eyes of the police officer behind Byron, who hurried over and pressed firmly on his shoulder, keeping him in place for fear of any sudden outbursts.

Matthew, seated calmly on the opposite side, leaned back with a wary gaze and a downturned mouth, his disdain for his incarcerated younger brother evident in every gesture.

In the Chambers family, affection was the least of Matthew’s concerns.

He treated Byron like a playmate in their youth. As they grew older, Matthew saw Byron as nothing more than a tool to be used. To prevent any challenge to his power, Matthew had cleaned up Byron’s messes time and again, indulging his reckless behavior to the point of ruin. His goal was to break Byron, to turn him into a faithful follower, utterly dependent.

Unfortunately, Byron was too much of a fool.

The more Matthew thought about it, the more he despised Byron. He refused to accept any blame for Byron becoming a murderer. Everything he had done was to save Byron, so it only made sense that Byron should bear the consequences.

“Matthew, how could I become

murderer? I never killed anyone.”

Byron’s cracked lips trembled as he spoke incoherently, “I’ve been framed. They got it wrong. I’m innocent. Who did I kill? How come I don’t know?”

“Byron, calm down and listen to me.”

is irrefutable. Your accomplice was caught red–handed, and he has confessed everything

“Murder? Silence witnesses?”

ashen, “When did I ever tell him to kill for me? I never gave such orders.”

doubting now at such a critical moment? I’ve told you countless times, and I’ll do everything in my power to get you out. But you’ve been so impetuous, and now look at

didn’t. I didn’t kill anyone. How many times do I

his hands on the table, spraying saliva, “Call Dad right now. I need to talk to him. I’m his favorite

to be honest, the words I’m saying now are Dad’s words too.”

but you keep making these blunders, crossing

do you mean? You’re giving up

I’ll also make sure you’re well taken

that, Matthew signaled to Quincy, who produced a document and

cautious, deliberately leaving out a pen. He feared that Byron, in a fit of rage, might use it as a weapon

Byron glanced down.

hit him like a gleaming dagger straight through

you’re robbing me.”

rage, “I’m not dead yet, and I might still get out of here. And you’re already eager to swallow my shares? You’ve gone too far. Even if I die, Dad is the first in line to inherit my shares, not

on the wall? If Dad was willing to save you, would he have waited until now? You’ve disappointed him completely,