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.

watch, a silent guardian to the legacy of the Brights.

who had once braved the tempest outside the gates

one’s own bile churning within, rising up to choke the throat with a bitterness

that a procession of luxury cars glided up to the manor, stopping with a sense of entitlement that only the wealthy could

imposing middle–aged man as he stepped out, impeccably dressed in a suit. Cassius recognized him immediately

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

replied curtly, his expression stoic,

crossed the line this time. Not only did he disregard our family’s code, but he’s been fraternizing with the Ashbournes. If word got out, our family’s reputation would be a laughingstock. People would

into a frosty smirk. “We shall see who panders to whom in the

by spite, “Word has it that Emeric’s health has taken a turn for the worse, barely clinging to life. That’s why Aunt Suri was so desperate to seek our family’s aid. I doubt Emeric has much

suspicion, “You never seemed this bitter about the Ashbournes before. Did they slight

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

Warner felt a shiver down

is it?” Zachary inquired.

a man dressed like a priest or minister, staring this way. It’s quite unsettling

darkness, Warner hadn’t recognized

back, but the

muttered, “Huh? Where did he go? He

Make sure to rest,” Zachary advised before

was left to his

from his “cage” and brought into the grand courtyard.

Bright estate had gathered, a sea

sipping tea on a fine chair,

in his

the confines of this grand estate, archaic traditions lingered.

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

commanded Zachary with icy detachment.

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 family shed these outdated customs?”

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