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.‘

as if they

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

hastily arranged affair attended only by

reputation would pay respects to a man who had committed so many atrocities? That would

Time moved on.

hearing of the Elspeth case was

Thaddeus to visit

the cemetery, a profound sorrow spread between them.

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

headstone with a pristine white

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

here to see

photo. “But this time it’s different. I’m not alone. I remember you always worried I’d be lonely. Mom, you can rest easy

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 you

a delicate pink, her hands nervously intertwined as if embodying the essence of

Thaddeus‘ mother was standing

introduce you. This is Evadne, the love of my life.”

emotion. “All I want in this life

whispered, tears clinging

for

scattering her tears, as if an

intently at the photograph

it you?