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

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

if I’ve gone mad, it’s because of you,

build up the Fairhaven Group, right? Now you’re old, you’ve been

“Gary Fairhaven!”

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 up the Fairhaven mess if he wants. Just transfer all your assets to me, and I’ll leave

grinding in fury. He’d never been one to cower, to grovel for his life. How could he have built such an empire, one of the four great families,

his own son, of all

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 shares to Jareth. He’s now the patriarch of the Fairhaven

bastard! You still dare to lie to me

if Kris is gone, I have never thought of letting you

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

and collapsed to his knees, his vision blurring

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

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

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

eyes bulging with pain and

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

with tears of blood. He roared

another, and

last breath was a silent plea, his eyes wide open in a silent scream of horror.

The father and son duo was like sworn

Blame yourself for being too heartless

for this world, too kind

parked outside, an ominous symbol of the dark deeds