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.”

with blood, and callously dropped Greg’s lifeless body at Barry’s

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

doing. And if I’ve gone mad, it’s because of you, because

day, you had no qualms about getting your hands dirty to build up the Fairhaven Group, right? Now

“Gary Fairhaven!”

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

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

be threatened by his own son, of all people? There was

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.

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

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

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

his wound and collapsed to his knees, his vision blurring

creature that had lost all humanity in its

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

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

in disbelief, his eyes

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

brimmed with tears of blood. He roared

stab, then another, and another.

last breath was a silent plea, his eyes wide open

brutal and heartless, even Jackson was stunned. The father and son

for being too heartless

his father’s eyes. “Kris was too good for this world, too kind for the cutthroat

outside, an ominous symbol of