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.”

and callously dropped Greg’s lifeless body at Barry’s feet as if it were trash, “Sadly, he can’t serve you

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

exactly what I’m doing. And if I’ve gone

qualms about getting your hands dirty to build up the

“Gary Fairhaven!”

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 your precious grandson clean

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

threatened by his own son, of all people?

Gary. “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

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

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

his face, and plunged a knife

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

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

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you just say that even without my

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

disbelief, his eyes bulging with pain and

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

He roared in defiance,

stab, then another, and

breath was a silent plea, his eyes wide open in a silent scream

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

blame me. Blame yourself for being

for this world, too kind for the cutthroat

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