His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 704

Marilla couldn't even bring herself to look at the man before her, let alone respond to his words.

She hunched her shoulders, wishing she could just vanish into thin air.

Jareth's eyes were icy daggers, silently targeting the jovial face of Alston.

But Alston, seemingly oblivious to the hostility, reached out with a friendly hand to Marilla. "Hey Marilla, it's me, Alston, remember? We were in the same class in junior high. Do you remember me?"

With a slap!

Jareth's gaze somber as he swatted the man's hand away. "I believe my wife does not remember you."

The atmosphere was tensed to extreme.

Yet, hidden within, Edith couldn't help but snicker to herself.

It seemed that messing with Jareth and teasing the idiot had become the sole joy in her life.

Alston nursed his stung fingertips, a flash of anger in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, staring intently at Marilla. "Marilla, you're married to Mr. Fairhaven? How come I never saw any news about it?"

Before Jareth could speak, Edith interjected, "Alston, you've just returned from abroad, there are a lot of things you don’t know. He and Marilla have been living together for quite a while now. Even if they are not married, they might as well be."

She raised her voice for the last sentence deliberately.

All the surrounding and guests could hear her loud and clear!

"What? Marilla Abernathy, the precious daughter of the Abernathy Group, living with a man without being married? Even if she has lost her mother, isn’t her father Mr. Frederic still around? How could he stand for it?"

"Hey, that's no ordinary man—that's Jareth Fairhaven, heir to the Fairhaven Group!”

"So, what if he's Jareth Fairhaven? He's still a man, right? And with his reputation around Elmwood, everyone knows he's a playboy. Living together without tying the knot just screams he's not into marriage. Sure, Jareth can play the field with all the power and wealth at his disposal, even if he were to divorce eight times, there'll be women lining up. But what about Ms. Marilla? Once she's past her prime, her virginity lost, her reputation in tatters—even as an Abernathy, she might just have to marry below her station."

"Poor girl, too inexperienced, too naive, and too foolish!"

The gossip spreading was like a series of explosions by Marilla's ears, drenching her smooth forehead with anxious sweat.

Jareth heard it all, his fierce gaze sweeping over, scaring the gossipers away.

Alston then feigned realization, "Oh, I see."

“What do you see?”

Jareth's eyes were cold and piercing as he fixed his stare on Edith's smug face, "Edith, the entire Fairhaven family knows I'm going to engage with Marilla. The ceremony's all set, and the invites have been sent. Is your memory that short, or did a donkey kick your head? Marilla is my fiancée, the future matriarch of the Fairhaven Group. How many times do I have to say it?"

The crowd murmured in surprise.

Edith's face flushed with shame and anger, turning red and then pale.

Alston couldn't stand it anymore, stepping in, "Mr. Fairhaven, don’t you think you're being a bit harsh? Edith is still your sister after all."

"Who the hell are you to judge? Mind your own damn business!" Jareth's eyes blazed red with fury!

From the moment he saw Alston, he had wanted to punch him.

If this guy blabbered even half a word more, he didn't care if he was the mayor's son or the governor's grandson—he was ready to throw him down!

Alston’s face turned an angry shade of purple as he stared at the imposing man.

His family, the Bartleys, were also a distinguished lineage, with a long history of government officials. He was indeed a high-ranking official’s son in Elmsworth. He’d been pampered since childhood, never having to endure such humiliation!

But Alston was a man of stature and held back from retaliating against Jareth—for the moment.