His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 703

“Careful there, Edith.”

Not only did the man speak to Edith in a gentle tone, but he also attentively bent down to adjust her intricate dress, careful to prevent her high heels from getting caught and causing her to stumble.

“Thanks, Alston,” Edith batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at the man, her voice a soft and suggestive purr.

The sudden arrival of this ill–omened woman had disrupted the rare cozy atmosphere.

Jareth knew all too well that Edith would make an appearance at such an event. Having just emerged from her social exile, it was clear she was desperate to reclaim the spotlight of high society and restore her tarnished reputation.

He had thought that after her scandalous downfall, any self–respecting person in Elmsworth would have cut ties with her.

Yet, there were still the men eagerly fawning over her, playing the fool to her manipulations. One playing the seductress, the other playing the sap, they were quite the match.

Thaddeus‘ brows furrowed in confusion, but Evadne spoke up coolly, “I know him, Alston Bartley, the sole heir to Mr. Bartley.”

him unrecognizable, and you know him?” Thaddeus held her

a political figure, and for another, he’s not part of the Elmsworth circles. He’s been studying abroad in Aetheria, probably just returned to the country not too

Edith and Alston, her eyes deep and profound, “Even though I took over the K Hotel from Emeric, I knew that sooner or later I

my feet, to challenge you head–on: That’s why I worked so hard to gather intelligence and make my

Group,” Thaddeus said with a soft

which, it’s all your fault. I never got to realize my

large hand gently caressing her waist. “It’s not that you fail

that’s enough. Besides, the happiest I can be is not when you blindly appeasing, indulging, or submitting to me, but standing

moved, eyes

bring that idiot girl along, Edith was seething, her eyes turning a shade of green

his gaze

I’ll introduce you to

asked with puzzlement, “Who?”

dragged him toward Jareth.

you here,” Edith said with astonishing shamelessness,

and foreboding, his fists clenched

reddened eyes. Her gaze, soft and tender like the spring breeze, soothing the tempest

whispered, her voice

knowing that one more glance at Edith could set him off,

nor did she not want to settle

that Jareth was present. He was the man with the final say in the Fairhaven