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, he can’t

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

doing. And if I’ve gone

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 Group, right? Now you’re old, you’ve been acting the lapdog for so long you’ve forgotten you were once a wolf with

“Gary Fairhaven!”

in your shares. Let your precious grandson clean up the Fairhaven mess if he wants. Just transfer all your

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

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

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

still dare to lie to me when you’re dying?” “Lie to you?

letting you be the heir of the Fairhaven Group for a day! I have always preferred Jareth, and I have always

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

wound and collapsed to his

had

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

Barry down, his boot pressing into the bleeding wound, eliciting a scream of agony.

disbelief, his eyes

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

roared in defiance, but Gary showed no mercy.

stab, then another,

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

The father and son duo

Blame yourself for being

world, too kind

still parked outside, an ominous symbol of the