His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 636

The Chambers Group was in disarray, and Thaddeus was equally swamped.

Emeric, the patriarch of the Abernathy family, had just stabilized after a health scare. Having tended to his father-in-law's needs, Thaddeus was now fervently working on establishing a charitable foundation in his late mother's name.

Though his mother had passed away years ago, he was determined to honor her memory in a grand fashion, as a gesture of filial piety.

"Mr. Thaddeus, preparations for the charity gala are almost complete. We need your final review on the venue and guest list along with some other details," Gordon said as he handed over a meticulously prepared dossier.

Thaddeus skimmed through the documents and asked indifferently, "Any word from Frederic lately?"

"There's something suspect," Gordon leaned in, lowering his voice. "I checked Frederic's travel itinerary. He was supposed to be overseas for a business conference for a week. He should've returned to Elmsworth afterward, but instead, he made a detour to another country to see Mr. Chad."

"Chad?" Thaddeus lifted an eyebrow, his tone icy.

Thaddeus refocused on the documents, seemingly uninterested in the implications. "Frederic hasn't visited Chad much over the years. An occasional trip shouldn't matter."

"But he chose to go now, just after you won that lawsuit against Elspeth and after Mr. Hamilton delegated a significant share of his power to you. That's a red flag, Mr. Thaddeus!"

Gordon, the right-hand man akin to a chief steward, was nearly frantic. "Frederic must fear your growing influence, worrying that he can no longer control you. So, he's seeking to side with and bolster Mr. Chad against you!"

"And what do you suggest? Should I buy a cruise missile and blow Frederic's private jet out of the sky?"

Gordon hesitated, "Well, it's not entirely out of the question."

Thaddeus shot him a sharp look, and Gordon quickly deflated.

"Do you think I haven't considered all this, Gordon?"

Thaddeus closed the file and took a deep breath. "If Chad ever recovers fully and my dad supports him, I'll have no complaints. I owe him a debt, and as the rightful heir to the Abernathy Group, his involvement in the family business is to be expected. But rest assured, I won't give up what I've earned without a fight."

A knock on the door interrupted them.

"Come in," Thaddeus called out, and his secretary entered with two elegantly packed white lunch boxes.

"Mr. Thaddeus, Mrs. Abernathy sent over some lunch with strict instructions to eat on time, or else."

Thaddeus stood eagerly, "Or else what?"

"Or else tonight she won't let you through the door, and there will be no late-night snacks," the secretary said, cheeks flushed with the implicit marital innuendo.

"Understood." Thaddeus eyed the lunch boxes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he loosened his tie.

Gordon couldn't help but find Thaddeus' gaze embarrassingly sappy.

To Thaddeus, those boxes might as well have been personified as Mrs. Abernathy herself.

Once the secretary laid out the meal and leaves, Thaddeus dug in voraciously, the dishes all favorites of his.

"So delicious. How can it be this good?" he mumbled with content between bites.

Gordon watched in astonishment as the usually refined Mr. Thaddeus devoured his food with such abandon.

"See how much Mrs. Abernathy cares for you? She knows you'd skip meals when you're busy and has it all arranged for you," Gordon offered the compliment.

"If only she had delivered it herself," Thaddeus mused, swallowing a gulp of water after his ravenous meal.

The thought of Evadne personally delivering his lunch led him to imagine other appetizing scenarios.

As he indulged in these thoughts, his lips curled into a satisfied smile.

"In the past, Mrs. Abernathy personally brought you meals and desserts," Gordon commented, a hint of teasing in his voice.

Thaddeus felt a pang of regret, as if there was a lump in his throat.

Suddenly, Gordon's phone rang.

He checked the screen; a call from Country T. He answered promptly.