His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 743

Chapter 743

Evadne’s thoughts, entangled with sorrow, snapped to clarity with the utterance of those words. Things just couldn’t bear closer analysis. The more they thought about it, the more suspicious and plausible it seemed.

“We’ve gone over this before. Given Gary and Edith’s capabilities, there’s no way they could have found such formidable help. There’s definitely someone backing them up.”

Thaddeus‘ eyes shone with a piercing gaze as he analyzed coolly, “What if it’s Avery, looking to set a trap and take his revenge? It’s certainly not out of the question.

Besides, Aaron mentioned earlier that the hitman is likely a foreigner. Avery’s been entrenched in Helgen for years. Recruiting such an individual to clear the mess for Gary and them shouldn’t be too difficult.”

*Revenge? If Avery wanted revenge, it would be against us! What does he have to do with Jareth and Marilla?”

Evadne’s anger was palpable, “He’s got a full belly meddling in the Fairhaven Group affairs now?!”

“Marilla is my sister, my blood. Jareth, my best friend.”

Thaddeus pulled at his lips, suppressing the anger in his hoarse voice, “Evadne, do you get it now?”

Out of respect for Marilla’s presence, some things were better left unsaid.

Avery, capable of monstrous acts, oscillating between a wolf in sheep’s clothing and a cold–blooded devil, would likely lash out at those close to Thaddeus if his direct revenge failed.

He knew Jareth’s soft spot was Marilla.

shatter the bond between Jareth and

pain was like a dull knife carving into Thaddeus‘ flesh. Evadne caught her breath, and then cast another doubt after a moment

the same trick? He kept a woman who looks like me around to plot against you, to confuse and distract. Why send an assassin who looks exactly like Hubery? There’s no need. And Avery’s cautious in his dealings. If he used the same ploy twice, wouldn’t it be

analysis isn’t without merit.”

Group, targeting Jareth, Avery has the motive. But Evadne is right about one

eyes fixed anxiously on Aaron’s determined face, “Aaron, are you suggesting the person behind Jareth’s trouble might not be that young son from the Chambers family, there could be

Thaddeus were taken

seemingly naive and fragile. Jareth had always sheltered her like

you’re

into her clear eyes, a tender smile curving his lips, though his heart felt bittersweet, “It’s related to Avery, but the hitman might not be his man.

was because it involved the person she loved

there’s someone else behind him,” Mr. and Mrs.

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that person to show himself? Could the man bearing a striking resemblance to Hubery and entangling himself with people around

already a formidable enemy. The one controlling him, what

discussing serious matters, Aaron didn’t stick around and prepared to

Abernathy escorted him to the door, but to their surprise, Marilla rushed

“Aaron, wait!”

approach, his heart fluttering; he quickly uttered, “You’ll catch a cold dressed like that; go back inside!”

cold;

cheeks, sincere eyes beaming, “Aaron, those teddy bear pastries you brought me last time,

big deal. Glad you liked them,” Aaron’s smile was bright

her lip and handed him a rolled–up paper, “This is for you. Thanks for the pastries.

caricature of him, whimsical yet capturing his essence, lively and endearing. He couldn’t

Aaron!” Evadne leaned in to admire,

nodded, “It does.”

too crude. I could have done better,” Marilla

it’s great, really

with delight, “Thank you, Marilla. I love it. Oh,

his car, fetching a pack of crepes, handing them to Marilla with an attempt at nonchalance, yet his ears betrayed him, blushing furiously, “I saw it on my way over and couldn’t resist, so I bought one. I haven’t touched

squinted meaningfully. Aaron was a top–notch foodie. How on earth

gobbled up in no time on the way home; he’d even chew on the box if he

them especially for Marilla, just too bashful to

somber eyes sparked with

despite being the heiress to a fortune, she had never

since childhood, chauffeured to school, rarely enjoying the carefree outings

scorned such plebeian treats, so while Marilla had seen crepes, she had never tasted one.