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.”

Greg’s lifeless

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

what I’m doing. And if I’ve gone mad,

big deal, Back in the day, 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

“Gary Fairhaven!”

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

fury. He’d never been one to cower, to grovel for his life. How

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

But I’m still one step ahead. Before you came for me, I transferred all my assets and shares to

dare to lie to me when

have never thought of letting you be the heir of the

face, and plunged a knife deep

floor, Barry clutched his wound and collapsed to

creature that had lost

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Chapter 770

my brother,

scream of agony. “Let me share a secret with you. My

disbelief, his eyes bulging with pain and

the helicopter’s gearbox. And when I had the chance 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 at

tears of blood. He roared in defiance, but Gary showed

then another, and another.

last breath was a silent plea, his eyes wide

stunned. The father and son duo was like

blame me. Blame yourself for being too heartless

world, too kind for the cutthroat business.

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