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.”

unrecognizable, and you know him?” Thaddeus held her hand tightly, his gaze filled with

not a political figure, and for another, he’s not part of the

profound, “Even though I took over the K Hotel from Emeric, I knew that sooner or later I would take

feet, to challenge you head–on: That’s why I worked so

the Abernathy Group,” Thaddeus said with a soft laugh, his warm breath caressing her

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

is yours,” Thaddeus said, his large hand gently caressing her waist. “It’s not that you fail to realize your

curled her lips, shaking her head, “Thaddeus, what’s yours is yours; they were earned through your hard work. As long as I have you, that’s enough. Besides, the happiest I can be is not when you blindly appeasing, indulging, or submitting

deeply moved, eyes

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

inside,” Alston said, his gaze on

you

asked with puzzlement, “Who?”

Edith dragged him toward Jareth.

see you here,” Edith said with astonishing shamelessness, as

dark and foreboding, his fists clenched tight.

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

voice soft as though comforting

momentarily quelled his rage, knowing that one more glance at Edith could set him off, beating Edith to the point unrecognizable even to her

keep the peace, nor did she not want to settle scores

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