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.”

heard you say he returned. Is he around?”

down to the wine cellar. You

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

wine cellar was a haven of peace

Aaron was sitting under the kaleidoscopically lit glass lamp, pouring himself a glass. The flowing light played

was the son

older brothers, yet even in sackcloth, his aristocracy couldn’t be masked; covered in

a calamity to the nation or a

called out

focus, lifting his eyes to meet hers. “Evadne, you’re

bear–claw pastries on the table,

doesn’t have much

brief pause, Aaron’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Occasionally I crave it too. The bear–claw pastries, quite

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

took a seat across from him, the deeper meaning

with a bright, open smile.

I saw Marilla today.”

name caused a flicker in Aaron’s heart, but he remained composed. “How is she? Still doing well? The incident last

demeanor, every word was laced with

since you asked me to speak openly, I

solemn. “Do you have feelings for

on his glass tightened, his knuckles whitening, a hint of warmth creeping into the corners of

But I’m a rational man, there is an appropriate and inappropriate time to have feelings

to myself.” Aaron forced a casual smile and picked up a

to bring Aaron and Marilla together, even if it