His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 646

Chapter 646

In the quaint town of Elmsworth, autumn had painted the leaves with fiery hues and the crisp wind had begun to whisper of the coming winter.

Cassius had been absent from his home for three days straight, cloistered within the sanctity of the local church, praying and confessing before the Lord.

What sins weighed so heavily on his soul?

Was it his past, darkened by the time when he had been the voice of a notorious underground syndicate?

Or was he confessing a heart that had dared to love where it should not, his affections falling upon someone forbidden?

On the fourth day, Cassius found himself drawn as if by a spectral force, wandering as though in a trance to the decaying Bright family manor.

He knew that young Chasel had no other refuge, no other home, but this decaying symbol of a once great dynasty.

His concern had overwhelmed his resolve to stay away, and so he had come.

his past, he could only stand watch, a silent guardian to the legacy of the

of Thaddeus, who had once braved the tempest outside the gates of Silverlake Harbor, all

up to choke the throat with

cars glided up to the manor, stopping with a sense of entitlement that only the

stepped out, impeccably dressed in a suit. Cassius

weary from your journey,” Warner greeted, bowing with an

expression stoic, “Where is

our family’s code, but

curled into a frosty smirk. “We shall see who panders to whom in the end,” he said ominously.

taken a turn for the worse, barely clinging to life. That’s why Aunt Suri was so desperate to seek our family’s

this bitter about the Ashbournes before. Did they slight you

heart skipped, beads of sweat forming on his brow, “Of course not! They wouldn’t dare touch

enter the house, Warner felt a

it?” Zachary

off the chill, “Dad, there’s a man dressed like a priest or minister, staring this way. It’s quite

darkness, Warner hadn’t recognized Cassius‘ face.

the street was

did he go? He was just there.”

Make sure to rest,”

to his

from his “cage” and brought into the grand

of the Bright estate had

sipping tea on a fine chair, his

churned in his stomach.

the modern world, yet within the confines of this grand

in the Bright household. But now, his heart yearned to follow in

commanded Zachary with icy

the hint of a smile at his lips, “Father, it’s been years since the fall of empires. Even presidents aren’t greeted with kneeling anymore. Perhaps it’s time our

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