His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 770

On a night where the wind howled like souls in torment and a solitary moon cast a chilling glow, Barry arrived punctually at the old mansion’s second–floor study, where Gary was already waiting, his forlorn shadow. stretched across the floor like a specter summoned from the abyss.

“Dad, after all we’ve been through, I never imagined you’d be this ruthless with me.”

Gary lounged on the leather couch, his laugh cold as the grave. “I’ve always paid you respect, worked tirelessly for the family business, And now, just because I’m handicapped, you cast me aside like yesterday’s news. Isn’t that a bit harsh?”

Barry sensed danger and spun to yank open the door–only to find that it wouldn’t budge.

“Save your energy. You’re not stepping one foot out of this house unless I say so.” Gary, about to light a cigarette, remembered his incapacity and resentfully shoved it back into the pack.

“Greg, Greg!” Barry’s voice trembled with fear as sweat drenched his back.

The door creaked open.

“Mr. Fairhaven, Greg is here.”

smile, his face smeared with blood, and callously dropped Greg’s lifeless

Barry as his vision tunneled and his body trembled. He roared at Gary, “You dared to kill? Have you lost your mind? What do you

I’ve gone mad, it’s because of

you had no qualms about getting your hands dirty to build up the Fairhaven Group, right? Now you’re old, you’ve been

“Gary Fairhaven!”

a document on the coffee table. ‘Sign this, and I’ll spare your life out of fifty years of father–son affection. I lost interest in your shares. Let your precious grandson clean up

in fury. He’d never been one to cower, to grovel for his life. How could he have built such an empire,

son, of all people? There was no way

for me, I transferred all my assets and shares to Jareth. He’s now the patriarch of the Fairhaven family, the one calling the shots at Fairhaven Group! You?

eyes cracking with hatred. “Old bastard! You still dare to lie to me when you’re dying?” “Lie to

of letting you be the heir of

the coffee table, rage contorting his face,

blood oozed onto the floor, Barry clutched his wound and collapsed

had lost all humanity in

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say that even without my brother, I’d never

the bleeding wound, eliciting a scream of agony. “Let me share a

in disbelief, his eyes

wouldn’t harm him. Don’t you know that at that time, when he watched me swim to the surface of the sea, his eyes were actually quite pleased, and he didn’t have any hatred at all. Such

tears of blood. He roared in defiance, but

then another, and

his eyes wide open in a silent scream

stunned. The father and son

yourself for being too heartless

was too good for this world, too kind

car still parked outside, an ominous symbol of the dark deeds that