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.‘

if they had never heard

on for over two decades and not say a word, especially as

arranged affair attended only by

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

Time moved on.

Elspeth case was only two days

Thaddeus to visit his mother–Mrs. Winter’s

the cemetery, a profound

placed a bouquet of lilies, Mrs. Winter’s favorite, at the foot of the marble headstone. Overwhelmed with

knelt, tenderly wiping the headstone with a

that this grave was the most immaculately kept in the entire cemetery–a testament to Thaddeus‘ devotion, year in and year

here to

glistened as he gently brushed his mother’s beautiful face in the 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 now. I’m

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

pink, her hands nervously intertwined as if embodying the essence

as though Thaddeus‘ mother was

formally introduce you. This is Evadne,

choked with emotion. “All I want

clinging to her

for me too,

scattering her tears,

looked intently at the photograph of the

Winter, was it you? Are you silently