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.”

callously dropped Greg’s lifeless body at Barry’s feet as if it were trash, “Sadly,

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

I’m doing. And if I’ve gone mad,

your hands dirty to build up the Fairhaven

“Gary Fairhaven!”

years of father–son affection. I lost interest in your shares. Let your precious grandson

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

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

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. He’s now the patriarch

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 tell you

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

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

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

had lost all

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even without my brother, I’d never take over the Fairhaven

bleeding wound, eliciting a scream of agony. “Let me share a secret with you. My brother’s

disbelief, his eyes bulging with pain and

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

of blood. He roared in defiance, but Gary showed

stab, then another, and

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

was stunned. The father and son duo

for being too

for this world, too kind for the cutthroat

arrived at the mansion’s gates, Barry’s car still parked outside, an ominous symbol of the dark deeds that had transpired within.