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.”

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

gripped Barry as his vision tunneled and his body trembled. He roared at Gary,

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

indifferently. “Besides, it’s just murder. No big deal, Back in the day, you had no qualms about getting your hands dirty to build up the Fairhaven

“Gary Fairhaven!”

your life out of fifty years of father–son affection. I lost interest in your shares. Let your precious grandson clean up the Fairhaven mess if he wants. Just transfer all your assets to me, and I’ll leave you

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

of

all my assets and shares to Jareth. He’s now the patriarch of

with hatred. “Old bastard! You still dare to lie to me when you’re dying?” “Lie to you? Is that necessary? I

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

coffee table, rage contorting his face, and plunged a knife deep Into Barry’s gut.

and collapsed to

a creature that had lost all humanity in its quest for

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say that even without my brother, I’d never

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

disbelief, his eyes

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

with tears of blood. He roared

then another, and

last breath was a silent plea, his eyes wide

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

blame me. Blame yourself for being too heartless

was too good for this world, too kind for the cutthroat

an ominous symbol of the dark deeds that