His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 759

Ever since Mr. Bartley let slip at the District Attorney’s son’s wedding that his family was tying the knot with the high–profile Abernathy family, it spread like wildfire through the elite social circles of Elmsworth.

On the surface, everyone offered their congratulations, but behind closed doors, they mocked Timothy for his shameless social climbing. Whispers went around that he would let his only son marry a woman with a few screws loose, ail for the sake of his political ambitions.

When the gossip reached Mr. Hamilton Abernathy’s ears, it only deepened his disapproval of the match. As soon as he voiced his opposition, Frederic dredged up the old family scandal involving the Fairhavens to throw back in Hamilton’s face.

“When I flat–out objected to Marilla running off with that no–good Fairhaven boy, you were all about playing Cupid. You insisted on planting our precious lily among the Fairhaven compost! And what did that get her? Turned her into the laughingstock of Elmsworth!

Not just that, you tore me a new one in front of Thaddeus and the Fairhaven kid, treating my good intentions like dirt. You made me lose face as the head of the family. And what was the endgame? You still pushed your favorite granddaughter into a pit of fire.”

Hamilton’s silvery brows knitted together as he exhaled a weary sigh, “I’m your father; don’t I know what’s in your mind? You don’t really care about Marilla; it’s your own pride you can’t swallow!”

Frederic clenched his jaw.

“Do you even know the Bartley boy? Have you got a clue about his character? I chose Jareth because my granddaughter fancies him, and he’s Thaddeus‘ best friend. They grew up together, so we know what he’s made of!

Sure, the Fairhaven family’s a mess, but Jareth’s a diamond in the rough. You’ve been putting pressure on the Fairhaven Group, trying to throw a wrench in their works, but Jareth, as CEO, has held firm, dealing with each. problem you’ve tossed his way. I trust him to handle the snakes within the Fairhaven Group too!”

At this, Frederic’s gaze darkened. He knew all along that back then the old man’s heated words were just a facade, and deep down, he still favored Jareth for Marilla. It seemed the old man had cooled off and still wanted Marilla to end up with Jareth.

even decide on his daughter’s marriage, wouldn’t it be like trampling his pride in

the most important thing, Marilla’s not

how much she adores Jareth! They’ve only been apart for a short time, and you’re already rushing her into the arms of a stranger. What kind of father are you, to not consider your daughter’s heart? Is your mind all wrapped

the young Bartley were high school classmates. Three years shoulder to shoulder, so they’re well–acquainted. Besides, Marilla has already agreed to

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eyebrow coldly, “Marilla’s grown up. She knows how

as a child. You say I don’t care for my daughter, but your affection for

your fricking mouth!”

your

from the coffee table and hurled it at Frederic! This time, the man was quick

Chapter 759

evening. Frederic accepted Mr. and Mrs. Bartley’s dinner invitation and prepared to escort Marilla to the Bartley

by Mr. Frederic Abernathy

my wardrobe, something I wear regularly,” Marilla sat before easel calmly, still perfecting the lifelike portrait, pouring all her yearning into

days without him seem less agonizing.

Abernathy is waiting downstairs,”

the mirror. Her mind wandered back to the villa, the love nest she

a Chambers Group banquet, she was naked in Jareth’s arms, clinging to his shoulders, afraid of falling. Her slender limbs entwined around his strong, honey–glowing frame. They were deeply entwined, and he wickedly carried her around the room, each movement sending thrilling shocks through her, her hands leaving red

already languid from their intimacy, in front of the vast wardrobe, his wet

nice.” Marilla leaned against his sweaty chest, panting slightly, her eyelids

everything went dark, followed by a soft

me choose for you,

into a wardrobe filled with expensive evening gowns. The soft, skin–caressing fabric enveloped them

Abernathy, your

to reality, her cheeks burning with a rosy blush

need

knew the teddy bear was Ms. Abernathy’s