His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 692

In the study.

Jareth poured a glass of wine for Thaddeus, who refused, saying, "I didn't bring my driver tonight and I’ll be driving myself, no drinking for me."

"Didn't expect you two to come over tonight."

Jareth took a sip from the refused glass before putting it down. He leaned back against the edge of the table with a casual ease, pulled out a cigarette from the box, and lit it with a practiced flick.

He took a deep, almost greedy drag, as if wanting the smoke to fill every inch of his insides.

"Something on your mind?" Thaddeus squinted his eyes.

"It's OK."

"You told me before, Marilla can't stand the smell of smoke, and you've cut back a lot for her. Ha, looking at that ashtray, I'd say you're up to twice your usual."

Thaddeus went straight into the big brother mode, said seriously, "Are you planning on letting my sister hug a chimney every night? And you still want children? You know you need to quit smoking and drinking if you want to have children, right?"

Jareth took the advice, immediately threw the cigarette butt on the floor and stamped it out with his foot, "Didn't you have something to tell me?"

"That person, was it your doing?" Thaddeus went straight to the point.

"I deal with so many people every day, which one are you referring to?" Jareth's expression darkened, clearly playing dumb.

"A male student from Elmsworth Academy of Fine Arts. You had someone kidnap him and stab him ten times, and now he's in the ICU, hanging by a thread."

Jareth scoffed dismissively, "I thought it was something serious. Yeah, I did it."

"You think you went too far?"

Thaddeus' brows knit deeply into a furrowed expression, "Your status is different now. You're not some mob prince anymore, you're the CEO of the Fairhaven Group. Every move you make is under scrutiny by the group and the public, and you are not alone, you have Marilla. You wanted to teach that guy a lesson, there were a thousand ways to do it, but you chose the riskiest, most extreme one.”

"I went too far? I f*cking think I was too kind. I should've left him for the coyotes, torn to shreds!"

Jareth's hand slammed down on the table, his eyes burning with rage, "If it wasn't for that bastard using Marilla as a shield, pushing her towards that maniac, how would Marilla end up being taken hostage? She has nightmares every night now, It's all his fault! He should be grateful I spared his life!"

At that moment, Thaddeus' phone buzzed. Gordon had sent him a message.

He glanced down, and his gaze darkened.