His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 720

Avery was stumped by the question.

"All you gotta do is give me the guy's name, address, and a photo. The rest, keep it to yourself," Hans resumed taking sips of his drink.

Avery studied Hans's face intently, a smile playing on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes, "You don't need to off anyone. Just keep a guy in check so my people can do their thing; that's all."

"Got it. Send me the details when it's time."

With that, Hans downed his last shot, stood up, hands buried in his leather jacket pockets, and walked steadily towards the door.

After all that booze, the guy could still walk a straight line. Impressive.

Avery watched him go, "I've had a deluxe suite prepped for you. You can head up and crash."

"Mr. Abernathy has already sorted my digs. I go by the boss's playbook."

The door slammed shut. Avery stood alone in the dim room, quickly pulling out his smartphone, and tapping a name into the search bar.

Old headlines popped up, but the face in the photos was crystal clear!

Just then, Elsie walked in, eyeing Avery's trembling, controlled silhouette, and ventured cautiously, "Mr. Chambers, you alright?"

"Hahaha!"

Avery, staring at his phone, suddenly burst into eerie laughter, sending shivers down Elsie's spine.

"Classic Mr. Abernathy. Is there anyone on this planet more capable than you?"

Avery collapsed onto the couch, laughing until he was gasping for air, his usually pale face flushed with excitement, "Thaddeus, just you wait, you've met your match!"

Elsie, witnessing his manic laughter, felt a chill creep over her. She had a hunch that Avery knew the hitman. And it seemed, they had history.

Recently, a series of major incidents had sent shockwaves through Elmsworth and Skyrim alike.

Matthew was busted, the Chambers Group faced a public relations crisis that seemed beyond repair, and Jeff was hospitalized with a heart condition, with the media milking it for all it was worth - the old man had “died” a few times over the past couple of weeks, at least according to the gossip blogs.

Over at the K Group, Evadne had taken the throne. Her first order of business as the new head honcho was to punish Bevis. Not only did she clean house for Emeric, but she also recouped his five million in hush money.

Though for the Ashbourne family, five million was pocket change, Evadne wasn't about to let a backstabber like Bevis get off scot-free.

She donated every penny of the reclaimed five million to a charity foundation established in Thaddeus' mother's name.

And at the Fairhaven Group premises, the board meeting was scheduled for this morning at the headquarters.

In the morning, Jareth woke up bright and early. By the time he was all groomed and dressed, Marilla was still snuggled up with her teddy bear, her cherubic face a picture of peace, her tender lips breathing out sweet nothings.

Last night, he had indulged her once more. During their intimate moment, she clung to his shoulder, crying softly, insisting she'd get up early to tie his tie, brew his coffee, and make breakfast.

She knew today was a big day for him, and as his wife, she wanted to be prepared. But Jareth, while responding softly, ravaged her even more fiercely.

After their passionate affair, Marilla was left worn out in his arms, almost passed out from exhaustion.

He knew her well; if they had been intimate the night before, she'd surely sleep in. That was exactly what he wanted. His delicate wife didn't need to do anything for him, just stay home sweetly, waiting for him to come back from work.

That was the kind of happiness he'd been chasing his whole life.

Jareth gazed at his sleeping beauty for a long while, the urge rising within him again.

But he managed to hold back. Leaning in, he kissed her tenderly, caressing her face and whispering "I love you" a few times before reluctantly leaving the room.

Downstairs, Lily and Jareth's newly promoted secretary stood respectfully waiting for him.

Lily had become Marilla's full-time personal assistant and bodyguard. Mr. Fairhaven needed reliable people by his side, so she recommended her protégé, Dean, for the secretary job.

"Mr. Fairhaven!" Both greeted with a bow.

"Lily, hold down the fort; take good care of Marilla."

Jareth, cloaked in a black coat with Dean's assistance, repeated his daily instruction with gravity, "Contact me for anything. Even during a meeting, it doesn't matter. Nothing's more important than Marilla's business."

"Yes, Mr. Fairhaven," Lily nodded solemnly.

"Lily, we're off," Dean's eyes gleamed as he looked at Lily.

"Go on, make sure give Mr. Fairhaven your full support," Lily said, with fervent concern.

Dean gave an "ok" gesture and followed Mr. Fairhaven out.

Hearing the luxury car drive away, Lily sighed and smiled knowingly. All their efforts were finally paying off.