His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 693

Leaving the villa, Evadne and Thaddeus settled into the car, a prolonged silence enveloping them.

Finally, it was Evadne who broke the silence.

“Thaddeus, I think I’m going home tonight. You have to go on a trip early tomorrow, right? Don’t bother coming back, head to Windermere Estate, or you can stay at my place.”

Thaddeus, his mind heavy with thoughts of Jareth, furrowed his brow and agreed.

“All right, I’ll drop you off at Silverlake Harbor. I’ll come see you tomorrow night.”

They shared a tender kiss goodbye outside her house in Silverlake Harbor.

It was only after watching the little lady enter the door that Thaddeus, with a heavy heart, took out his phone to call Gordon.

“What’s the situation at the hospital?”

“The boy died of excessive blood loss. His parents are somewhat influential in Elmsworth; they’re threatening to take this to the end. The real trouble is the cops are involved now. If they trace it back to someone associated with the Fairhaven group, it’ll be difficult to handle.”

Gordon’s usual cheekiness was replaced by a rare gravity. “But I followed your instructions and carefully inquired with Lily. Mr. Jareth never meant for killing that boy. It was his heavy-handed subordinates–even if they avoided the vitals, who could survive a ten times of stabs? Still, that boy had it coming. Didn’t we check on him? He was practically a walking disaster; a real Byron reincamate!”

“The cops will turn over every stone.”

Thaddeus mused, and after a few seconds of contemplation, he commanded in a chilly tone. “Stay in close touch with Lily. Money is not the issue. The priority is to silence the person from the Fairhaven group involved, clear any links to the group, and have him turn himself in immediately. No matter the cost, we cannot let this trace back to Jareth in any way. Got it?”

Gordon inhaled sharply. “Got it Back home, Evadne’s face was a canvas of worry.

Just then, Suri came through the living room, carrying a bowl of chicken soup intended for Emeric.

“Evadne, you’re back.”

I heard you say he returned.

emphatically. “Yes, he’s here. Went down to the wine cellar. You need

a soft smile. “Nothing, I just missed Aaron and wanted

a haven of

the kaleidoscopically lit glass lamp, pouring himself a glass. The flowing light played across his face, revealing

truth, Evadne always thought Aaron was the son resembled Emeric

bothered with the suits and ties like his older brothers, yet even in sackcloth, his aristocracy

to the nation or a bane to the

called out

gaze snapped into focus, lifting his eyes to meet

the familiar box of bear–claw pastries on

much of

smile. “Occasionally I

a taste for bear–claw pastries, or is it a case of looking at the object

him, the deeper meaning in her words now

a moment, Aaron’s face lit up with a

saw Marilla today.”

remained composed. “How is she? Still doing well? The incident last time

word was laced

me to speak openly, I won’t beat

deep breath, her expression solemn. “Do you have feelings

hint of warmth creeping into

inappropriate time to have feelings for someone. Marilla

I can’t lie to you nor to myself.” Aaron forced a casual smile and

to bring Aaron and Marilla together, even if it meant