His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 657

"Something's off?" Thaddeus frowned.

"It's not surprising your brother could get his hands on medication. After all, he's been entrenched in the country for years. Even getting the William and his son and the Abernathy Group to play ball is as simple as him snapping his fingers."

Evadne's pretty face darkened with worry, "But Snakey Avery, how did he get it?"

That question stopped Thaddeus cold.

"Avery's the abandoned son of the Chambers family. He's been out in the sticks, building up his network. How could he possibly have connections there?"

The more Evadne thought about it, the more unsettled she became, "You know, I've got this crazy theory in my head. I'm starting to think Avery might know your brother. Or at least, he's met your brother."

Thaddeus was about to blurt out "How could that be?" But he immediately remembered that woman named Alexia, the one who carried the same scent as Avery. Although it was a stretch to conclude they knew each other based on that alone, the suspicion hung in her mind like a stubborn ghost.

Suddenly, a frantic knock on the door broke the tense silence! They exchanged a glance and hurried to answer it.

Standing there was Emeric's other executive assistant, not Dylan, but a trusted aide nonetheless.

"Ms. Ashbourne! There's been an incident!" The secretary was frantic, his face slick with sweat.

Evadne's heart skipped a beat, "Is it my father?!"

Thaddeus quickly wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close for silent reassurance.

"The chairman has taken ill! You must come to the conference room at once!"

"Emeric, what's happened to you?!" Bevis, who was sitting close to Emeric, shouted, drawing all eyes in the room to Chairman Ashbourne's shaking form.

Emeric clutched his trembling legs, his head buried low, ears ringing, his heartbeat unnaturally fast.

He dared not lift his head, knowing his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, like the onset of Parkinson's.

The board members exchanged worried glances, wanting to approach but hesitating.

"Let's adjourn today's meeting here," Emeric stated with a deep voice, sweat beading on his forehead.

His tongue felt numb as he struggled with the last words.

"Emeric, what's on earth the matter?" Bevis attempted to get closer; his face was a mask of concern, but his eyes flickered with a dark glee, "You look terrible. Why are you shaking so much? Are you sick? Should I call an ambulance?"

"I'm fine, no need!" Emeric's eyes were red with strain as he pushed Bevis away with a stumbling motion.

Bevis, used to wielding his influence as the little brother to Skyrim's wealthiest, was used to respect.

Being treated like this, in front of everyone, ignited a fire in his belly, "Emeric, I'm just worried about you! Don't be stubborn; you need go to the hospital!"

"Your concern is noted, but unnecessary!"

Dylan arrived just in time to intervene, helping Emeric to his feet.

"Oh my! What's happening?!"

Bevis' eyes widened, pointing towards Emeric's lower half. And everyone else's gaze followed.

Emeric felt a damp warmth spreading down his legs, a warm trickle seeping through his trousers onto the floor.

Dylan was struck dumb for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and shouted, "Meeting adjourned! Please, everyone leave immediately!"

Emeric's face was ashen as he stared at the stain, his mind blank with shock. He'd been a titan of industry, always proud and imperious, never reduced to such a state of abject disgrace.

In this moment, shame engulfed him, drowning out the fear and pain of his illness. A pillar of the corporate world, of the family, humiliated to death.

But then, a line of black-suited bodyguards filed in, swiftly clearing the room and securing the doors.

In the chaos, Bevis furtively pulled out his phone, eager to capture the moment. But before he could open the camera, a sharp pain shot through his wrist and his phone flew from his grasp.

"Ah!"

Bevis grimaced in pain, clutching his wrist and stumbling backward, straight into Thaddeus' stern gaze.

With a casual flick, Thaddeus dropped the phone and crushed it ferociously beneath his heel, the screen shattering.

Bevis' face turned red with rage, but he was powerless to retaliate.

"Sorry, didn't see it." Thaddeus said coolly, his lips curling with a frosty smirk, kicking the broken phone far away, "I'll have someone send you a replacement."

"Hmph! Don't bother. It's just a phone. I'm not so petty."

Bevis clenched his teeth in resentment, but right now if he still lingered around, he’d take a beating, so he just spat out some words coldly, “Emeric, since everyone’s here taking care of you, I guess you won’t need me. Just focus on getting better!”