His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 695

Chapter 695

Edith stopped in front of them, revealing a sweet smile, putting on quite the show.

“Well, little Edith, how have you been keeping?” Gary asked with feigned concern on the side.

“Much better, thank you for asking. Uncle.”

“That’s good to hear. You’re the apple in the Fairhaven family’s eye. If something happened to you, it would pain your grandpa and your mom to death! Gary’s words were intended for Jareth’s ears.

Then, with a meaningful wink at Edith, Gary hummed a tune and walked away

“What are you doing here? Jareth’s gaze was icy as he stared her down.

I've brought some homemade ginseng tea for Grandpa, while it’s still hot.”

Edith batted her innocent eyes, “Jareth, you wouldn’t deny me the chance to serve Grandpa, would you?”

Jareth’s eyes narrowed as he lifted a finger, pointing it at her face with an oppressive force.

Without a word, his silence was more intimidating than any threat, causing Edith’s heart to race and her hands, holding the tray, to tremble slightly.

“Edith, I’m warning you, don’t play tricks. Otherwise, I’ll pull out that forked tongue of yours and chop off your treacherous legs. Just try if you don’t believe me.”

With those words, Jareth brushed past her and left with long strides.

Edith glared fiercely at the unshakable tall back of the man, atid bitterly gritted her teeth.

“Heh, then let’s just see!”

gloomy expression to a mask of sweetness and obedience as

to

granddaughter, Barry momentarily cleared the gloom from his eyes, replacing it with a genial smile, “Ah, Edith,

specially made for you

hearty dish is best for when you’re

down?” Barry took

brother just visited you, and as soon as I came in, I could see the concern in your

smile that is ambiguous, “It seems good news

this

bewitched by her! He’s practically handed her half of his fortune as the betrothal gifts, and giving it to her is the same as giving it to the Abernathy group.

few years before the whole Fairhaven group falls under the control

I knew

told you,

could be worse at this point?

table, pulling out a document hidden from

eyes widened in disbelief at

girl from the Abernathy family

“Yes, grandpa.”

has severe autism. Simply put, she has mental illness. We were classmates in junior high,

was off about that girl. She’s in her early twenties but acts like a child. It turns out her mind is troubled Elspeth left nothing but a defective seed! She’s gone, and yet she left behind her dimwit

could hardly breathe, coughing and

back, “Grandpa, calm down, your health is

about this girl’s

He knows everything”

rage was uncontrollable, almost bewildered, “He knows, yet he still wants to marry her? Has he lost his mind? Does he not fear that their children will inherit this illness?

has been fooled by Marilla’s innocent appearance. He’s had his fill of gourmet meals, now, unexpectedly finding charm in plain boiled rice, he naturally can’t stop himself,” Edith said with a hint

as he slapped the armrest of his sofa, “The entire Abernathy family are a bunch of liars! They want to push their unwanted daughter into the Fairhaven group over my dead body! As long as I’m alive for one more day. I will not let

into hers, soothing him, “If you abruptly go to Mr. Hamilton,

he is like; it’ll surely lead to an uproar He’s also on good

always had a knack for warming your granddad’s heart, Barry said with a sigh of relief, his voice a blend of anxiety and affection. “Then give grandpa an idea, how could this

a talk to her,” Edith replied softly, her voice dripping with empathy. “With reason and emotions–I hope I can persuade her to stop bothering my brother, as they have no future

love, couldn’t help but worry. “What if you can’t persuade that girl?”

Plan B–a bit harsher, perhaps even ruthless, but it will sever their ties once and for all, Edith said,

rest, Marilla returned to her

gone through, the orderly environment suggested that no

since there were no witnesses at the scene of the incident, the school, under pressure from the influential Fairhaven Group, remained tight–lipped about

one who had forged a peaceful life for

pristine and flawless ivory tower to shelter his girl, who was like

what he didn’t

was like a barely visible crack on the greenhouse’s glass

might end just

over the sky, eventually covering the

over her

her feelings, locking herself in the steber upon returning home, focusing earnestly on her paintings, without showing

noticed

about the young mistress, it was her paintings,

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