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 it were

at Gary, “You dared to kill? Have you lost your mind? What do

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

you had no qualms about getting your hands dirty to build up the

“Gary Fairhaven!”

spare your life out of fifty years of father–son affection. I lost interest in your shares. Let

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

own son, of all people?

“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 Jareth. He’s now the patriarch of the Fairhaven family, the one calling the

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

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 the Fairhaven Group for a day! I have always preferred Jareth,

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

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

a monster, a creature that had lost all

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that even without my brother, I’d never take over the Fairhaven

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

his eyes bulging with

sabotaged the helicopter’s gearbox. And when 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 actually quite pleased, and he didn’t have any hatred at all. Such a perfect and kind person should go to heaven instead of staying in the Fairhaven family

eyes brimmed with tears of blood. He roared in defiance, but Gary showed no

then another, and

eyes wide open in

and heartless, even Jackson was stunned. The father and son duo was like

blame me. Blame yourself for being

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

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