His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 557

"Go fuck yourself !"

Byron let loose with a string of expletives that would make a sailor blush, his eyes blazing with fury, "Avery, you son of a—how dare you even speak to me. At least I share a bloodline with Matthew, and he looked after me growing up. But who the hell are you? You're nothing but a bastard born from a fling with a bodyguard, and you have the gall to covet the Chambers Group’s fortune?!"

Harvey stared daggers at the foul-mouthed man, his fists clenching tight with anger.

Yet, Avery maintained a faint and enigmatic smile as if Byron's words were water off a duck's back.

"If it weren't for your scheming, my affairs with those women won’t be exposed, and I wouldn't be under police investigation, and things wouldn't have escalated to this mess! The real instigator is you! It’s all on you!”

"Byron, do you really think I'm the instigator here?"

Avery gently pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose with a slender and pale finger and spoke evenly, "Do you truly believe that Matthew you've idolized all your life cares about family ties? That the fact you’ve ended up in this mess has nothing to do with him at all?”

"Avery, even now you're trying to drive a wedge between us? How low can you get?" Byron was seething with hatred from every pore.

"I may not like you, but at least I never used you, and I certainly never wanted you dead."

Avery looked at him helplessly, "I'm just trying to reclaim what’s rightfully mine."

"What... what are you getting at?" Even Byron, in his slow-wittedness, sensed the undercurrent in Avery's words; his heart started to race.

"During your days in jail, you must have pondered one question: why you, of all people, got slapped with a charge of hiring a hitman. Don't you want to know the real truth? Who’s made you rot away in here?"

Though Byron didn’t trust him, he was hell-bent on getting to the bottom of things, so he slowly sat back down.

Avery motioned with his finger, and Harvey placed a stack of photos before Byron.

As he flipped through them, his mind exploded like a nuclear bomb going off; his face turned crimson, and his eyes turned bulged with shock!

"You recognize Quincy, right? He's Matthew's guy. He's been in touch with your goons, and I've checked their accounts—there's been a deposit of three hundred thousand, from an offshore account. The cops can't trace the sender. But, I think these photos make it crystal clear who wired the money, don’t they?" Avery's eyes gleamed mischievously behind his glasses.

The photos in Byron's hands were nearly crushed; his eyes were bloodshot, "Impossible, how could it be, how could Matthew?"

"Do this to you?"

Avery crossed his legs nonchalantly, with a cruel smirk on his lips, "He 'helped' you out, not out of family loyalty, but to regain Dad's favor. But the girl was set to switch sides, and to testify against you for assault. He had no choice but to silence her. The risk was huge—if it worked, fine. If not, someone had to take the fall."

"So he used my people to cover his tracks? And if it blew up, he could pin it all on me?!" Byron gasped for air as if he was choked.

"And more than that, I’ve found out that Quincy has taken control of your right-hand man's family. Isn't all this evidence enough to show that Matthew is behind your downfall?”

Harvey added fuel to the fire, "Byron, I know you despise Mr. Chambers. But right now, who else has got your back? Matthew's thrown you under the bus; he plays the saint in front of you, and even tries to snatch your shares. Man, he really is cold, playing you for a fool!"

Playing him for a fool?!

He had seen Matthew as his guiding light, his flesh and blood, but it turned out he had been used as a pawn in his games of favor?

"Harvey, that's enough,"

Avery took on a sympathetic tone, sighing, "My brother's already under enough pressure. Don't add to his troubles."

Standing up, he continued, "Byron, we might not share a mother, but we are still our father's sons, and we grew up together. No matter what, I couldn't frame you for murder. That would be squeezing you dry and tossing you aside like trash, far too cruel."

"Wait!"

Byron's temples throbbed, and his facial muscles got twitched uncontrollably with rage, "I can transfer my shares to you, but you have to give me all the evidence on Matthew framing me! I want to appeal, and I want to get out of here!"

"Of course, I'll hand it over right now."

As if anticipating Byron's request, Avery placed a prepared manila envelope in front of him, "This contains all the evidence I've gathered. It might not be enough to convict Matthew of hiring a hitman, but it should help you overturn your confession.

However, you can't bring these into jail, so you'll need to talk to your lawyer, and assign full authority to handle this."

Having checked the contents of the envelope, Byron weighed his options, and with a resolute heart—he signed his name on the share transfer agreement and stamped it with his thumbprint.

Avery fought to keep his smile in check, his eyes fierce and predatory behind the genteel glasses.

"It's been a pleasure doing business. When you get out, I'll personally come to pick you up with all the pomp of the Chambers Group."

As they prepared to leave, Byron suddenly stopped him, with teeth clenched, "With the shares you've got now, you can take on Matthew. Don't let him off easy, and make sure he goes down hard!"

"I've got this." Avery's eyes narrowed with a glint of cold determination.

Not just Matthew.

Each and every one of them. They'd all pay, and none would escape a dire fate.

Stepping out of the detention center, Harvey clapped his hands in excitement.

"Congratulations, Mr. Chambers! Well done, sir! Your share in the Chambers Group has just increased! Another step closer to toppling Matthew!"

Avery, rubbing his hands vigorously with sanitizer, couldn't hide his pleasure, "That's why I've kept that cur alive."

Harvey had an epiphany!