His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 692

In the study.

Jareth poured a glass of wine for Thaddeus, who refused, saying, “I didn’t bring my driver tonight and

I’ll be driving myself, no drinking for me.”

“Didn’t expect you two to come over tonight.”

Jareth took a sip from the refused glass before putting it down. He leaned back against the edge of the

table with a casual ease, pulled out a cigarette from the box, and lit it with a practiced flick.

He took a deep, almost greedy drag, as if wanting the smoke to fill every inch of his insides.

“Something on your mind?” Thaddeus squinted his eyes.

“It’s OK.”

“You told me before, Marilla can’t stand the smell of smoke, and you’ve cut back a lot for her. Ha,

looking at that ashtray, I’d say you’re up to twice your usual.”

Thaddeus went straight into the big brother mode, said seriously, “Are you planning on letting my sister Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

hug a chimney every night? And you still want children? You know you need to quit smoking and

drinking if you want to have children, right?”

Jareth took the advice, immediately threw the cigarette butt on the floor and stamped it out with his

foot, “Didn’t you have something to tell me?”

“That person, was it your doing?” Thaddeus went straight to the point.

“I deal with so many people every day, which one are you referring to?” Jareth’s expression darkened,

clearly playing dumb.

“A male student from Elmsworth Academy of Fine Arts. You had someone kidnap him and stab him ten

times, and now he’s in the ICU, hanging by a thread.”

Jareth scoffed dismissively, “I thought it was something serious. Yeah, I did it.”

“You think you went too far?”

Thaddeus‘ brows knit deeply into a furrowed expression, “Your status is different now. You’re not some

mob prince anymore, you’re the CEO of the Fairhaven Group. Every move you make is under scrutiny

by the group and the public, and you are not alone, you have Marilla. You wanted to teach that guy a

lesson, there were a thousand ways to do it, but you chose the riskiest, most extreme one.”

“I went too far? I f*cking think I was too kind. I should’ve left him for the coyotes, torn to shreds!”

Jareth’s hand slammed down on the table, his eyes burning with rage, “If it wasn’t for that bastard using

Marilla as a shield, pushing her towards that maniac, how would Marilla end up being taken hostage?

She has nightmares every night now, It’s all his fault! He should be grateful I spared his life!”

At that moment, Thaddeus‘ phone buzzed. Gordon had sent him a message.

He glanced down, and his gaze darkened.

[Mr. Thaddeus, the student didn’t make it through the rescue, he died:]

“Gordon just sent me this message, the guy, he’s dead.”

Jareth paused for a moment, then a chilling smile spread across his face, “Good riddance, suits me just

fine.”

Thaddeus‘ eyes filled with depth, and he shook his head in frustration and helplessness, “If Marilla ever

finds out this is how you avenged her, she’ll have nightmares for the rest of her life.”

“I won’t let her know.”

Jareth’s intense love for Marilla boiled over in his eyes, spilling over with a crazy possessiveness,

“Anyone who bullies Marilla, or touches Marilla, is walking a path to death.”

“Jareth, have you noticed you’re getting more paranoid? Whenever it’s about Marilla, you lose all

reason.” Thaddeus‘ voice deepened, a sense of foreboding building within him.

Thaddeus, my wife was almost killed by that maniac! I almost lost her forever, and now you’re telling

me to stay calm?”

Jareth’s suppressed emotions were like a caged beast within him, fiercely turbulent, “If it was Evadne

who was kidnapped, could you stay calm? You’d go even further, more ruthless than me! We’re both

fools for love, none of us should be preaching to the other. We can’t preach and can’t be preached!”

“But you have to listen!”

Thaddeus couldn’t bear to see him make a lifelong mistake, rising from the sofa, his gaze fierce as he

locked eyes with Jareth, “I’ll remind you one more time, you’re the heir to the Fairhaven Group, not

some mob boss! You can do anything with your wealth and power, except for killing. That’s the bottom

line!

Ever thought about what would happen, if someone like Avery or your uncle Gary Fairhaven got wind

of this? How would they use it against you? When that time comes, if you can’t even protect yourself,

how will you protect Marilla?!”

His words abruptly awakened Jareth.

But God knew how much hatred he had felt watching that surveillance footage, how much he had

wanted to rush over and blow that bastard’s brains out himself!

“This is the last time. Before you act, spend a few seconds thinking about Marilla, and my words.”

Thaddeus stepped forward, placing a heavy hand on Jareth’s shoulder, “You’re my brother, my family. I

just want you to be Okay, to have a peaceful life with Marilla.”

“Thad, what do I do? I love her so much.”

Jareth hung his head, taking deep breaths but still feeling suffocated, “I’m so afraid of losing her, I don’t

know what to do. I don’t feel like myself anymore.”

What neither man knew was that-

Just outside the slightly ajar door, Marilla leaned against the wall, overhearing their conversation clear.

Unnoticed, tears, like melting ice, hung on the girl’s lean cheeks.