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.”

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

his vision tunneled and his body trembled. He roared at Gary, “You dared to kill? Have you

if I’ve gone

to build up the Fairhaven Group, right? Now

“Gary Fairhaven!”

I lost interest in your shares. Let your precious grandson clean up the Fairhaven mess if

never been one to cower, to grovel for his life. How could he have built such an

be threatened by his own son, of all people? There was no way he’d bow.

true colors show. But I’m still one step ahead. Before you came for me, I transferred all my

his eyes cracking with hatred. “Old bastard! You still dare to lie to me when you’re

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

coffee table, rage contorting his face, and plunged a knife

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

monster, a creature that had lost all humanity in its

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

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

his eyes bulging with pain and

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

of blood. He roared in defiance,

another, and

last breath was a silent plea, his eyes wide open in a silent scream of horror.

brutal and heartless, even Jackson was stunned. The father and son duo was like sworn enemies!

don’t blame me. Blame yourself for being too

world, too kind for the cutthroat business. Only I am the rightful heir. Pity you couldn’t see

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