His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 611

The insult was as blunt as a slap to the face, leaving Gary red with embarrassment.

He knew all too well that Jareth was a ruthless renegade, a man who thought himself above all others. Still, with the prospect of Jareth’s taking over as CEO, Gary had expected him to show some restraint, especially in front of Barry.

But restraint was not in Jareth's vocabulary.

Barry, the family patriarch, wanted to reprimand his grandson, but upon reflection, he found no fault in Jareth's words. Gary's antics and his fair-weather friends were nothing to be proud of.

So, with an awkward cough and a tactical sip of water, Barry tried to diffuse the tension.

Mrs. Fairhaven, on the other hand, was less able to hide her discomfort, "Jareth, how can you speak to your uncle like that? Show some respect!"

"Ha, don't be too hard on Jareth. To us, he's still a kid." Gary's wife April, chimed in, trying to smooth things over with a warm smile, "Jareth, your uncle is known for his bluntness. That’s why he has few friends; he's chased them all away. He didn't mean to offend you; don’t take it personally."

With a raise of his eyebrow and a swirl of his wine glass, Jareth remained unfazed. This tag-team of good cop, bad cop was nothing new to him. Despite Gary's physiological problems, because of which, he couldn’t satisfy her in bed, he never let April want for anything material. Yet, in spite of the hollow shell of their marriage, April remained. They were less a couple than a pair of would-be thieves, each as bloodsucking as a leech, eyeing the Fairhaven Group with greedy intent.

Jareth's frosty gaze locked onto Gary and April, his jaws clenched tight. One day, he would come crashing down on them like a clap of thunder, and those pests would be squashed.

Dinner was served, an array of delectable dishes, but Jareth touched none of it, nursing only his wine.

Little did they know, his wife had stuffed him like a Thanksgiving turkey on the car ride over, leaving him uncomfortably full.

Truth be told, even the finest delicacies couldn't compare to the simple, home-cooked meals in their cozy villa. Without Marilla by his side, everything tasted bland.

"Jareth, why aren't you eating?" April asked with feigned concern, "This steak was flown in just for you. Your grandpa went to great lengths to please you."