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.”

callously dropped Greg’s lifeless body

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

doing. And if I’ve gone mad,

just murder. No big deal, Back in the day, you had no qualms about getting your hands dirty to build up the Fairhaven Group, right? Now you’re old, you’ve been acting the lapdog for so long you’ve forgotten you were once a wolf with a taste

“Gary Fairhaven!”

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 if he wants. Just transfer all your assets to me,

in fury. He’d never been one to cower, to grovel for his life. How

son, of all

still 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

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

I have never thought of letting you be the heir of the Fairhaven Group for a day! I have always preferred

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

the floor, Barry clutched his wound and collapsed to his knees, his vision blurring as he

had lost all humanity in

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you just say that even without my brother,

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

in disbelief, his eyes bulging with pain

I had the 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 were

with tears of blood. He roared in defiance, but Gary

stab, then another, and another.

eyes wide open in a silent scream

Jackson was stunned. The

for

for this world, too kind for the cutthroat business. Only I am the rightful

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