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 body at Barry’s feet as if it were trash,

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

I’ve gone

about getting your hands dirty to build up the Fairhaven Group, right? Now you’re old, you’ve been acting

“Gary Fairhaven!”

shares. Let your precious grandson clean up the Fairhaven mess if he wants. Just transfer all your assets to me, and I’ll

been one to cower, to grovel for his life.

own son, of all people? There was

pointing at Gary. “You’ve played the dutiful son for years, and now your true colors show. But I’m still one step ahead. Before you came for me, I transferred all my assets and shares to

to me when you’re dying?” “Lie to you? Is that necessary? I might as well tell you

never thought of letting you be the heir of the

table, rage contorting his face, and plunged a knife

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

creature that had lost

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Chapter 770

say that even without my

his boot pressing into the bleeding wound, eliciting a scream of agony. “Let me share a secret with you. My brother’s plane crash?

in disbelief, his eyes

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

brimmed with tears of blood. He roared in defiance,

stab, then another, and

a silent plea, his eyes wide open in

was stunned. The father

me. Blame yourself for

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

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