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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one thing he could not accept

even began to delude himself, to hypnotize

earlier words were said in anger, meant to guilt him, to sicken and frustrate

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

do anything!”

Dennis’s arm with a trembling hand, his eyes wide with panic, “The trial is imminent, there’s much you have to do. Don’t get distracted! Right now, there’s nothing more important than navigating the Abernathy Group through this storm!”

internet was awash with her scandalous deeds. She was the wife of the Abernathy Group chairman, so it was inevitable that some of the backlash would affect Frederic

the progress on the press conference I asked you to arrange?” Frederic steadied himself,

afternoon at three, the conference

complex and melancholic as he looked towards Cynthia’s gravestone, his fingers curled so

moment, he spoke with a heavy voice, “Let’s head back.”

the drive home from the cemetery, Thaddeus‘ stern visage was pale as

hers, feeling as though she held blocks of

moment’s hesitation, she spoke gently, “Thaddeus, I hope you understand why I stopped you

I know where your

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