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.

other, and shatter the bond between Jareth and Marilla, forcing Thaddeus to taste the agony of losing

Thaddeus‘ flesh. Evadne caught her breath, and then cast another

your analysis makes some sense. But the circumstances differ each time. Does Snakey Avery need to repeat 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 easy for people to link it back to him? Would he be that foolish,

analysis isn’t

Jareth, Avery has the motive. But Evadne is right about one thing: there’s no need to plant someone who looks like Hubery. Once that man shows his face, it could

silent, suddenly spoke up, her watery 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

Thaddeus were taken

cautious and lived humbly, seemingly naive and fragile. Jareth had always sheltered her

you’re smart.”

curving his lips, though his heart felt bittersweet, “It’s related to Avery, but the hitman might not be his man. Someone else could be assisting

her attention, it was because it involved

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

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was tangled and increasingly complex. So, was this a signal from that person to show himself? Could the

already a formidable enemy. The one controlling him, what kind of terrifying

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

the door, but to their

“Aaron, wait!”

he quickly uttered, “You’ll catch a cold

cold;

bear pastries you

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

a rolled–up paper, “This is for you. Thanks for the

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

it really looks like you, Aaron!” Evadne leaned in to admire, impressed.

nodded, “It does.”

done better,” Marilla looked embarrassed, feeling the modest

all; it’s

wavered with delight, “Thank you,

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

Aaron was a top–notch foodie. How on earth had

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

bought them especially for Marilla, just too bashful to present them

Marilla’s somber eyes sparked with

despite being the heiress to a fortune, she had never tasted this common dessert.

been confined to her home by Frederic and Elspeth since childhood, chauffeured to school, rarely enjoying the carefree outings

Frederic had always scorned such plebeian treats, so while