His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 508

Aaron glanced at Lily.

Lily shot him a look back, her expression souring. "Did you invite Chairman Ashbourne here?" She asked with accusation in her voice.

He stared, feigning innocence and setting a boundary. "Geez, that is an insult! Sure, I'm Emeric's son, but I'm no traitor. My loyalty's always been to Evadne!"

Lily couldn't help but smile at his cheeky retort, whispering, "What do we do then? Should we open the door?"

Hands in his pockets, Aaron scoffed, "If you don't open up, believe it or not, my old man will rip out this whole doorframe!"

Lily found herself lost for words.

Not wanting to disrespect such an important figure, she took a deep breath and opened the door.

The Ashbourne family's bodyguards crowded the yard of the villa, a formidable presence.

Emeric stood at the doorstep, his expression cold as a winter's day, with Mr. Dylan behind.

A storm brewing in his belly, Emeric had his stern face all set. But the moment he saw his youngest son, his mind went blank.

Mr. Dylan was equally taken aback. "Young Master Ashbourne?!"

Aaron scratched his head awkwardly. "Dad."

Emeric looked from his son to Lily, and then took a large step back to double-check the house number.

"Chairman Ashbourne, you haven’t gone to the wrong place; this is it," Mr. Dylan said, finding the situation awkwardly amusing.

" I see."

Emeric nodded slowly, and then his eyes lit up with a sudden thought, blurting out, "This lady is your girlfriend? Oh, I see. You like the glamorous type. I should've known—that way, I wouldn’t have introduced you to all those girl-next-door types."

Lily's eyes widened in shock, while Aaron facepalmed. "Dad, can you please stop pressuring me? If you keep this up, I'll join a monastery! Do you have any idea why I became a police in Elmsworth? It's because I couldn't stand the daily nagging about getting married and having kids! I'm not a breeding donkey!"

Lily pressed her lips together, amused to find that even the scions of a wealthy family shared the same mundane woes as everyone else.

"If you dare join a monastery, I'll come drag you out myself! That's a promise!"

Emeric went from harsh to soft in a second, turning to Lily with a smile. "Miss, how old are you? What's your name? Where do you work? Are your parents from Skyrim or Elmsworth?

You might have not realized it, but my son likes to play it cool. I've had his wedding gift ready for ages. Marry into the Ashbourne family, and you'll be Ms. Ashbourne, living a life of luxury. Don't hesitate, it’s better to settle these big question sooner rather than later!"

"Dad!" Aaron was on the verge of tears, now regretting ever opening the door.

"Chairman Ashbourne, you've misunderstood. My relationship with Mr. Ashbourne is strictly professional; I'm Mr. Fairhaven's secretary," Lily replied with composure.

Emeric's disappointment was evident as he gave Aaron a look of disapproval.

"Chairman Ashbourne, Mr. Ashbourne, perhaps we should continue this conversation inside," Mr. Dylan suggested, a wry smile on his face. The Ashbourne children, each one cherished by Emeric, yet each one seemingly his nemesis.

Emeric and Aaron sat facing each other in the living room, the atmosphere thick with oddity.

"Did everyone know about Evadne staying here except me?" Emeric asked through gritted teeth. "Am I even your father?"

Aaron picked up an apple from the fruit bowl and took a loud bite. "Or we should consider a DNA test?"

Emeric took a deep breath, struggling to keep his composure.

Lily wasn't easily amused, but watching this father and son spar, she struggled to suppress her smile.

Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps approached.

Marilla, with impeccable manners, carried a tea tray to Emeric and placed a teacup on the table.

"Mr. Emeric, please enjoy your tea."

Hearing the girl's gentle, soft voice and seeing her delicate face, Emeric couldn't help but feel a surge of affection. "Ah, Marilla! Didn't expect to see you here. Keeping your sister Evadne company, are you?"

"Y-Yes," Marilla stammered, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. She was no fool; she couldn't very well admit to cohabiting with Jareth, so she skirted the truth awkwardly.

"Well, let’s not worry about that now!"

Emeric beamed, pulling the young girl closer, sizing her up. "No boyfriend yet, right? What do you think of my youngest here? One is quiet while the other is energetic, close in age—you two would get along great."

Aaron choked on his tea, spewing it out in disbelief.

Marilla stepped back, fingers nervously twisting together, her delicate skin reddening.

Aaron might have been rough around the edges, but as a detective, his eyes were sharp. He noticed something off about the girl—