His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 659

"Hahaha! My girl! Hurry up, fetch our finest wine from the cellar, I need a good swig to celebrate!"

Bevis had witnessed a spectacular turn of events today, leaving him in high spirits. He burst through the door, laughter booming through the house, startling the parrot perched nearby into flapping its wings.

"Why hasn't he died yet? Why hasn't he died yet?"

The parrot squawked, mimicking Bevis' tone to perfection.

"Haha! Darling, has your beak been blessed? That old coot is truly on his last legs now, this time it’s for real, hahaha!" Bevis puckered his lips, teasing the bird with a big smile on his face.

"Dad, who hollers like that in the afternoon? You’ve woken me from my nap," Dolores Ashbourne, with her long hair loose, descended the stairs yawning, her voice dripping with lethargy, "What's got you in such high spirits?"

Bevis contently settled back on the couch, a sly grin curving his lips, "This afternoon, at the board meeting, Emeric had an episode right in front of everyone!”

“Really?!” Dolores’s face brightened up instantly.

She had grown up amidst her father's constant grumbling and grievances.

Influenced by what she had constantly heard, the family's arch enemy, in her eyes, was none other than her father's brother and his household!

Bevis often boasted about how incredible he was, complaining that his elder brother, leveraging his position as the heir to the Ashbourne family, had always suppressed him out of jealousy for his talents, leaving him to languish as a mere executive, unfulfilled and bitter.

As a result, Dolores was thoroughly indoctrinated.

She despised her uncle and harbored an even deeper loathing for her cousin Evadne, who had always seemed unattainably graceful and noble, like a swan since they were children.

"Hmph, and that's not all. He wet himself in front of all the directors! Hahahaha."

"Oh my! That's so disgusting!" Dolores grimaced, but couldn't help but laugh.

Bevis pulled his daughter close, planting an excited kiss on her cheek, "My dear girl, you have no idea how exhilarating it was for your old man! All those years of frustration finally vented out! Even Emeric himself never imagined he would fall into such a pathetic state, did he? If he can't even manage his own bladder, how can he manage the K Group? He should just step down!"

As he spoke, a shadow of malevolence flitted across his gaze, "No, I don’t just want him to step down; I want the whole world to know about his disgrace!

Even if he doesn't bite the dust, I'll make sure he's socially dead, to be utterly disgraced and never to hold his head high again!"

Bevis' words were so venomous and fierce, that even Dolores felt a chill run down her spine.

“Your uncle has been domineering and tyrannical since childhood. Anything good, he wanted; any good woman, he had to possess. His downfall today is nobody’s fault but his own, a direct result of his past misdeeds!”

Dolores paused, “Dad, what woman?”

Bevis clenched his molars tightly, offering no answer.

The “good woman” he mentioned was Emeric’s wife, Evadne’s mother—Silvana Waverley.

She was, without a doubt, the most radiant and graceful woman he had ever encountered. One glance was enough to bewitch.

But this angelic beauty in distress, despite him being her savior, ultimately chose Emeric!

Being a distinguished young master of the Ashbourne family just like his brother, why should he forever live in the shadows, deprived even of the right to vie for the woman he loved!

How could he not hate; his heart was bleeding with every beat!

"Dad, so what do you plan to do next?" Dolores asked with curiosity.