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.”

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

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

I’ve gone mad,

you had no qualms about getting your hands dirty to build up the Fairhaven Group, right? Now you’re old, you’ve been acting the lapdog for so long you’ve forgotten you were once a wolf with a taste for blood.”

“Gary Fairhaven!”

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

never been one to cower, to grovel for his life.

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

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. He’s now the patriarch of the Fairhaven family, the one calling

“Old bastard! You still dare to lie to me when you’re

eyes. “Even if Kris is gone, I have never thought of letting you be the heir of the Fairhaven Group for a day! I have always preferred Jareth,

contorting his face,

wound and collapsed to his knees, his vision blurring as

a creature that had lost all

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

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? I orchestrated it.”

disbelief, his eyes bulging with pain and

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 at all. Such a perfect and kind person should go to heaven instead of

with tears of blood. He roared in

then another, and another.

eyes wide open in a silent scream of horror.

The father and son duo was

me. Blame yourself for being too

this world, too kind for

car still parked outside, an ominous symbol of the dark