His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 568

At this moment, Frederic’s eye muscles twitched, his mind a whirlwind of chaos.

Amidst the turmoil, there was a profound sense of unease and fear.

“I have no clue what Mr. Thaddeus meant,” Dennis managed, his forehead beading with cold sweat. He was caught between a rock and a hard place, and any slip of the tongue could spell disaster on both fronts.

“You said earlier that Cynthia’s death might have been foul play? That Thaddeus said Elspeth did it? Does he have proof? Does he?”

“You really need to ask Mr. Thaddeus, I truly don’t know.”

Frederic released his grip, his hands veined and trembling. His shoulders felt as though they bore the weight of mountains, pressing down inexorably, as each breath became more laborious to draw.

The confident aura he had upon arrival was now nowhere to be seen.

He could accept, tolerate, and stoop as low as possible. Elspeth had trampled over every boundary.

Even now, his disdain for the scheming woman was complete, but for the greater good of the Abernathy Group, for the sake of his reputation as the chairman, he swallowed bitter pills, feigning deafness and muteness time and again!

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just one thing he could not accept the fact that Elspeth might have caused Cynthia’s death!

to delude himself, to hypnotize his own mind-

in anger, meant

in such agony, Dennis cautiously ventured, “Mr. Abernathy, do you want me

do anything!”

do. Don’t get distracted! Right now, there’s nothing more important than

deeds. She was the wife of the Abernathy Group chairman, so it was inevitable that some of the backlash would affect Frederic and the company’s

press conference I asked you to arrange?” Frederic steadied himself, his suit soaked

all set. Tomorrow afternoon at three, the conference will commence on

and melancholic as he looked towards Cynthia’s gravestone, his

with a heavy voice, “Let’s head

home from the cemetery, Thaddeus‘ stern visage was pale as a winter’s frost.

taut hands with hers, feeling as though she held blocks of ice, and her heart

spoke gently, “Thaddeus, I hope you understand why I stopped

I know where your

his arms around her, his calloused palm caressing her cheek as he suppressed his sorrow and whispered, “You’re afraid that by revealing Elspeth as my mother’s killer to Frederic too soon, it might compromise your quest for justice. You fear that his love for my mother might not be strong enough to withstand the pressures