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.”

lifeless body at Barry’s feet as if it were trash, “Sadly, he can’t

and his body trembled. He roared at Gary, “You dared

I’m doing. And if I’ve gone mad,

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

“Gary Fairhaven!”

interest in your shares. Let your precious grandson clean up the Fairhaven mess if he wants. Just transfer all your assets

blood drained 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

threatened by his own son, of

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.

sat up abruptly, his eyes cracking with hatred. “Old bastard! You still dare to lie to me when you’re dying?” “Lie to you? Is that necessary? I might as well

stared at 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, and I

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

and collapsed to his knees, his vision

had nurtured a monster, a creature that had lost all humanity in

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you just say that even without my brother, I’d

a scream of agony. “Let me share a secret with you. My brother’s plane crash? I orchestrated it.”

in disbelief, his eyes bulging with pain

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

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

then another,

plea, his eyes wide open in a silent scream

heartless, even Jackson was stunned. The father and son

me. Blame yourself for

eyes. “Kris was too good for this world, too kind for the cutthroat business. Only I am the rightful heir. Pity you couldn’t see that.”

still parked outside, an ominous symbol of the dark deeds that