His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 566

The explosion of the helicopter over the suburban skies was bound to hit the headlines. Locals had captured the entire incident on video, and it stirred up a storm online.

It looked like a scandal, but the next day, the police released an official statement through their channels, declaring that the chopper was the getaway vehicle for an internationally wanted criminal trying to evade capture. All six onboard were confirmed dead. Public opinion did a complete turnaround, and the citizens cheered, feeling that justice had been served.

The forensic report on Byron had come in, confirming he died of mechanical asphyxiation. Given the direction of the ligature marks and the struggle signs on his body, it was clear–it was a deliberate murder.

But in a detention center with hundreds of inmates and over a hundred officers, no one could pinpoint the culprit.

Or perhaps someone was obstructing the investigation from the shadows, hoping the case would never see the light of day.

Online opinions about Byron’s death varied:

“Good riddance! We were worried about sentencing him to death, but it looks like justice was served swiftly!”

“He got off too easy. He should’ve rotted in jail for years, starving and getting beat up every day until he died!”

“Yeah, he died too quickly, without tasting enough pain. That’s a real shame!”

“But the biggest tragedy is that the victims didn’t get to see Byron face justice. They didn’t get to see him despised and spat upon by everyone. That’s the regret!”

Yet no one spoke in favor of Byron–unless they were out of their mind.‘

stayed eerily silent, as if they had never heard

not say a word, especially as the internet hurled insults–it was clear he wished the nation would turn its focus away

a hastily arranged affair

reputation would pay respects to a man who had committed

Time moved on.

first hearing of the Elspeth case

that day, Evadne accompanied Thaddeus to visit his mother–Mrs. Winter’s resting place.

the cemetery, a profound sorrow spread

of lilies, Mrs. Winter’s favorite, at the foot of the marble headstone. Overwhelmed with emotion, she stood behind Thaddeus, her eyes brimming

headstone with

in the entire cemetery–a testament to Thaddeus‘ devotion, year in and year out, ensuring his mother rested

here to see you again.”

alone. I remember you always

arm around her shoulders, his lips curving in pleasure. “See, isn’t she beautiful? I think she’s just

pink, her hands nervously intertwined as if embodying the essence

though Thaddeus‘ mother was standing

introduce you. This is Evadne, the love

emotion.

clinging to her

be happy for me too,

Evadne’s cheek, scattering her tears, as

intently at the photograph of the smiling

thought, “Mrs. Winter, was it you? Are you silently responding