His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 618

"Grandpa, what are you implying? I'm Marilla's own sister, how could I ever harm her?" Glynnis stammered in defense, a cold sweat breaking out on her back.

Jareth, ever the blunt one, tightened his embrace around Marilla and let out a derisive snort.

Hamilton's lips curved in a sardonic smile, "I may be getting on in years, but I'm not senile yet. I know full well what's going on, and so do you. Your sister is about to marry into the prestigious Fairhaven family, becoming the CEO's wife. Instead of wasting your energy on futile things, you'd be better off toning down that boisterous temperament and let your father find you a respectable match, someone he'd be proud to call son-in-law."

Glynnis' eyes blazed with fury. Was this old man subtly taunting her for being unmarried?

Finally, she snapped back, "My affairs need not concern you, Grandpa. Even if I never marry, I'm still my father's daughter, the heiress of the Abernathy Group. Now that mother has passed and Marilla is getting married, I'll be helping Dad manage the Windermere Estate."

"Why bother yourself with the estate when there are stewards for that?"

Hamilton, with a piercing gaze half-veiled by hooded eyelids, delivered a cutting remark that felt like an execution to Glynnis, "Besides, Ilana is marrying into our Abernathy family. Windermere Estate is my private property, and I intend to gift it to the newlyweds as a wedding present."

Evadne's heart skipped a beat as her eyes widened in shock.

The Windermere Estate as a wedding gift? Grandpa, you're amazing!

Thaddeus, however, simply massaged Evadne's back, his handsome features unruffled. Privately, the old man had mentioned this plan to him countless times, even suggesting that once he and Evadne were married, the Windermere Estate would become their love nest, and Frederic could go find his own place to live.

It was, after all, Hamilton's house, and his word was law.

"When the time comes, my granddaughter-in-law will be the sole mistress of Windermere Estate. Everyone here will answer to her, and she will have the final say in all matters."

As Hamilton spoke, his gaze remained affectionately fixed on Evadne, his fondness for her growing by the second, "The rest of you need not worry yourselves with these affairs."

Elspeth had strutted around his domain for far too many years. His actions were a challenge to Frederic and a warning to Glynnis.

Yet, Hamilton was unaware.

His eldest granddaughter was no stranger to missteps; she was a bad seed from the start—

A lowly bad seed brought into the Abernathy fold by Elspeth!

His words would not scare her; they would only fuel the demon within her, igniting her hatred for Evadne and Marilla even more!

Once Hamilton and his entourage had left the Windermere Estate, Glynnis dragged her leaden feet up the stairs, her body radiating malice so intense that even the passing dogs seemed eager to slap some sense into her.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, until she couldn't help but call Edith across the ocean.

"What is it? You're interrupting my lunch," Edith complained as soon as she answered.

"When are you coming back? If you don't hurry, that little minx Marilla is going to completely steal your family's legacy!"

Glynnis covered the mouthpiece, her voice both secretive and seething, "Just now, Jareth came to propose to my sister, and originally my dad was against it. But then Evadne and Thaddeus showed up with Hamilton! With just a few words, Hamilton not only swayed my dad but also sealed their engagement! Soon they'll be betrothed, and not long after that, Jareth is going to knock her up. What use will it be for you to come back then? To celebrate as an aunt?"

There was a sudden silence on the other end.

"Hello? Are you going to say something?"

"Don't worry, the Fairhaven Group isn't the only one who doesn't want Marilla marrying Jareth. High-profile alliances like these may seem strong, but they're full of vulnerabilities. A single slip can ruin everything. Those like Thaddeus and Evadne, who recklessly chase love, are rare in this world. Jareth? Please, what a joke," Edith scoffed openly.

But even she couldn't deny one thing:

The unwavering love between Thaddeus and Evadne was unprecedented and rare in all of Elmsworth's elite circles.

Glynnis was about to retort when Edith added, "Oh, and by the way, Mr. Bartley's son came to Aetheria to visit me. You must be bored out of your mind with no funeral for your mother to occupy you. Why don't you fly over and hang out with me? If you're strapped for cash, I'll cover your expenses. You do have a private jet, right? If not, I'll pay for your ticket."

Glynnis was ready to explode with humiliation!

She'd been mocked for being unmarried and now for being penniless. She felt like she could destroy the world!

"Hmph, as if I don't know that Mr. Bartley is just your lapdog. Why would I fly over to watch you two get mushy?"

"Well, suit yourself then."

Glynnis took a moment to compose herself and instructed the servants to brew a cup of tea, which she then personally delivered to Frederic.

With only the two of them left to oversee Windermere Estate, especially after Jareth had cruelly exposed her dark secrets, wasn't it wise to seize every opportunity to ingratiate herself?

Taking a deep breath, Glynnis knocked on the door of the study.