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

two decades and not say a word, especially as the internet hurled insults–it was clear he wished the nation would turn

was a hastily arranged affair attended

to a man who had committed so many atrocities? That would be utterly

Time moved on.

the Elspeth case was only two days away.

Thaddeus to visit his mother–Mrs. Winter’s resting

the solemn tranquility of the cemetery, a

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

wiping the headstone with a

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

to see

time it’s different. I’m not alone. I remember you

stood and returned to Evadne’s side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, his lips curving in pleasure. “See, isn’t she beautiful? I think she’s just as beautiful as

pink, her hands nervously intertwined as if embodying

was standing right there before her.

introduce you. This is Evadne, the love of

choked with emotion. “All I want in this life

whispered, tears clinging

happy for me too, right?”

caressed Evadne’s cheek, scattering her tears, as if an invisible hand

looked intently at the photograph of the

Winter, was it you?