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.”

entered with a sinister smile, his face smeared with blood, and callously dropped Greg’s lifeless body at Barry’s feet as if

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

if I’ve gone mad, it’s because of you, because of

indifferently. “Besides, it’s just murder. No big deal, Back in the day, you had no qualms about getting your hands dirty to build up the Fairhaven

“Gary Fairhaven!”

interest in your shares.

one to cower, to grovel for his life. How could he have built such

be threatened by his own son, of all people? There was no way

one step ahead. Before you came 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

You still dare to lie to me when you’re dying?” “Lie to you? Is that necessary? I might

the ground with his cane and his scarlet eyes. “Even if Kris is gone, I have never thought of letting you be the heir of

over the coffee table, rage contorting his face, and plunged a knife deep

wound and collapsed to his knees, his vision

had lost all humanity in its quest

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Chapter 770

that even without my brother, I’d

his boot pressing into the bleeding wound, eliciting a scream of agony.

in disbelief, his eyes bulging with

chance to save him, I let him drown. He died thinking his own brother 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

blood. He roared

another,

a silent plea, his eyes wide open in a silent scream of

Jackson was stunned. The father and son duo was like sworn enemies!

blame me. Blame yourself for being too

was too good for this world, too kind for the cutthroat business.

mansion’s gates, Barry’s car still parked outside, an ominous symbol of