His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 703

“Careful there, Edith.”

Not only did the man speak to Edith in a gentle tone, but he also attentively bent down to adjust her

intricate dress, careful to prevent her high heels from getting caught and causing her to stumble.

“Thanks, Alston,” Edith batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at the man, her voice a soft and suggestive

purr.

The sudden arrival of this ill–omened woman had disrupted the rare cozy atmosphere.

Jareth knew all too well that Edith would make an appearance at such an event. Having just emerged

from her social exile, it was clear she was desperate to reclaim the spotlight of high society and restore

her tarnished reputation.

He had thought that after her scandalous downfall, any self–respecting person in Elmsworth would

have cut ties with her.

Yet, there were still the men eagerly fawning over her, playing the fool to her manipulations. One

playing the seductress, the other playing the sap, they were quite the match.

Thaddeus‘ brows furrowed in confusion, but Evadne spoke up coolly, “I know him, Alston Bartley, the

sole heir to Mr. Bartley.”

“Evadne, even I find him unrecognizable, and you know him?” Thaddeus held her hand tightly, his gaze

filled with newfound admiration and reverence.

“It’s not surprising you don’t recognize him,” Evadne replied. “For one, he’s not a political figure, and for

another, he’s not part of the Elmsworth circles. He’s been studying abroad in Aetheria, probably just

returned to the country not too long ago.”

Evadne watched Edith and Alston, her eyes deep and profound, “Even though I took over the K Hotel

from Emeric, I knew that sooner or later I would take charge of the entire K Group. Thus, I conducted a

covert investigation to understand the ins and outs of Elmsworth’s political and business scenes.”

She chuckled, “Back then, I was determined to trample the entire Abernathy Group under my feet, to

challenge you head–on: That’s why I worked so hard to gather intelligence and make my mark in

Elmsworth. But then, unexpectedly…”

You ended up being the lady of the Abernathy Group,” Thaddeus said with a soft laugh, his warm

breath caressing her cheek.

“Speaking of which, it’s all your fault. I never got to realize my grand ambitions.” Evadne pouted prettily.

“Evadne, all that I have is yours,” Thaddeus said, his large hand gently caressing her waist. “It’s not

that you fail to realize your ambitions, it’s that you’ve already won me over without a fight.”

Evadne slightly curled her lips, shaking her head, “Thaddeus, what’s yours is yours; they were earned

through your hard work. As long as I have you, that’s enough. Besides, the happiest I can be is not

when you blindly appeasing, indulging, or submitting to me, but standing at the pinnacle alongside

you.”

Thaddeus was deeply moved, eyes moistened with emotion.

Seeing Jareth bring that idiot girl along, Edith was seething, her eyes turning a shade of green envy.

“Edith, let’s go inside,” Alston said, his gaze on her could practically melt.

“Hold on, I’ll introduce you to someone familiar.”

Alston asked with puzzlement, “Who?”

Playing coy, Edith dragged him toward Jareth.

“Jareth, Thad, I’m so happy to see you here,” Edith said with astonishing shamelessness, as if nothing

had happened, truly a black–hearted wonder!

Thaddeus‘ expression was dark and foreboding, his fists clenched tight.

Evadne’s soft hand enveloped his, gazing deeply into his reddened eyes. Her gaze, soft and tender like

the spring breeze, soothing the tempest within him.

“Let’s go, Thaddeus,” she whispered, her voice soft as though comforting him.

She had momentarily quelled his rage, knowing that one more glance at Edith could set him off,

beating Edith to the point unrecognizable even to her own mother.

This wasn’t Evadne trying to keep the peace, nor did she not want to settle scores with Edith

It was simply that Jareth was present. He was the man with the final say in the Fairhaven family, and it

was up to him to deal with Edith

Thaddeus, with a look that could freeze hell over, escorted Evadne away, leaving Edith trembling with

fear.

Marilla, upon seeing Edith, was reminded of the harsh words spoken in the auditorium. Her wounds,

barely healed, felt freshly torn open, causing a dull ache.

Suddenly, she paused, her gaze fixed on Alston.

Memories, which were terrifying like a trapped beast viciously gnawed at her nerves, surged and

caused her to shiver uncontrollably within Jareth’s embrace.

Jareth was oblivious to Marilla’s distress; his entire focus was on Edith at that moment.

He was curious to see what tricks this venomous woman would try to pull right under his nose!

“Big brother, allow me to introduce him. This is Mr. Bartley’s son, Alston,” Edith said with a smile.

“Mr. Fairhaven, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Alston extended his hand with polished courtesy. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Vareth towered over the man, his gaze icy and condescending.

Alston’s throat tightened, his hand awkwardly suspended mid–air.

Eventually, Jareth silently shook his hand, leaving Alston’s fingers sore and reddened upon retracting.

Alston, guess who she is,” Edith nudged, her tone gentle but eyes mischievous.

Marilla felt a sting in her heart and bowed her head low.

“This is?”

Alston’s brow creased as he studied her delicate, fair face for a long while.

Finally, recognition dawned on him, “Ah! It’s Marilla. Women really do change so much as they grow.

You’ve become so beautiful, I hardly recognized you!”