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.”

blood, and callously dropped Greg’s lifeless body at Barry’s feet

Barry as his vision tunneled and his body trembled. He roared at Gary, “You dared to

what I’m doing. And if I’ve gone mad, it’s because of

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

“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 the Fairhaven mess

never been one to cower, to grovel for his life. How could he have built such an empire, one of the four great families, if he had?

by his own son, of all

still one step ahead. Before you came for me, I transferred all my assets and shares to Jareth.

eyes cracking with hatred. “Old bastard! You still dare to lie to me when

eyes. “Even if Kris is gone, I have never thought of letting you be the heir of the Fairhaven Group for a day! I have always preferred Jareth, and

rage contorting his face, and

his wound and collapsed to his knees, his vision

a monster, a creature that had lost all humanity in its quest

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Chapter 770

my

bleeding wound, eliciting a scream of agony. “Let me share a secret with you. My brother’s plane

disbelief, his eyes bulging with pain and betrayal.

watched me swim to the surface of the sea, his eyes were actually quite pleased, and he didn’t have

roared in defiance, but

another,

plea, his eyes

was stunned. The father and son

don’t blame me. Blame yourself for

gently closed his father’s eyes. “Kris was too good for this world, too kind for the cutthroat business. Only I am the

Barry’s car still parked outside, an ominous symbol of the dark deeds that had transpired