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

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

I just missed Aaron and

cellar was a haven of

glass lamp, pouring himself a

Evadne always thought Aaron was the son resembled

the suits and ties like his older brothers, yet even in sackcloth, his aristocracy couldn’t be masked;

a calamity to the nation or a

called

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

landed on the familiar box of bear–claw pastries on the table, her smile

have much of a sweet tooth”

faint smile. “Occasionally I crave it too. The bear–claw

it a case

seat across from him, the deeper meaning in her

lit up with a bright, open smile.

saw Marilla today.”

he remained composed. “How is she?

every word was

openly, I won’t

her expression solemn. “Do

tightened, his knuckles whitening, a hint

rational man, there is an appropriate and inappropriate time to have feelings for someone. Marilla and Jareth are in love

to myself.” Aaron forced a casual smile and picked up a pastry, offering it to his sister. Evadne felt a mix of pain and bitterness.

she had the chance, she would have done everything to bring Aaron and Marilla together, even if it