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.”

a sinister smile, his face smeared with blood, and callously dropped Greg’s lifeless body

body trembled. He roared at Gary, “You dared to kill? Have you lost

And if I’ve gone

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

“Gary Fairhaven!”

a document on the coffee table. ‘Sign this, and I’ll spare your life out of fifty years of father–son affection. I lost interest in your shares. Let

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

son, of

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

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

is gone, I have never thought of letting you be

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

clutched his wound and collapsed to his knees,

monster, a creature that had

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that even without my brother, I’d never

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

his eyes bulging with pain and betrayal.

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

roared in defiance, but Gary showed no

another, and

a silent plea, his eyes wide open in a silent

The father and son duo was like

blame me. Blame yourself for being too heartless

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

outside, an ominous symbol of the dark deeds that had transpired