His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 723

There was no way the crowd was going to pass up on such juicy gossip! One by one, they leaned forward, butts in the air, craning their necks to get a glimpse of the papers sprawled on the table.

Barry, however, remained seated, calm as a cucumber, without so much as a twitch. He had already secretly seen the report countless times, thanks to a little sneak peek courtesy of Edith.

"Who dares touch those?!" Jareth's roar thundered across the boardroom, his eyes blazing with a fierce and bloodthirsty glare.

These folks were not only the company's directors but also his elders. Yet, at Jareth's command, they recoiled, none daring to lay a finger on the documents.

"What's the matter, Jareth? Can't face the truth or just can't accept it?" Gary sneered, his mockery dripping with venom, "Deep down, you must be repulsed by the idea of your fiancée being mentally unstable, right? Is that why you've been hiding her away, playing house without giving her a proper introduction to the company? Even you, who claim she's the only one you'll marry, must be afraid she'll embarrass you."

That was the last straw for Jareth.

The Fairhaven family didn't have the myriad of formalities that the Abernathy family or the Chambers family did, and he was no blue-blooded gentleman with a century of family legacy like Thaddeus. Jareth wasn't about to endure humiliation for the sake of revenge or the greater good.

He was going to handle this his way.

Jareth grabbed a water glass from the table and, without a second thought, hurled it at Gary's head!

"Ow! That hurt!" Gary, caught off guard, got a hefty lump on his forehead and was drenched in water, looking utterly disheveled.

But before he could even open his eyes, gasps filled the room, and the next second, he felt a heavy punch land squarely on his face, sending blood spurting from his nose.

He never imagined that Jareth, now the CEO, would dare to mount him like a cowboy riding a donkey, right in front of Barry and all the directors, and beat him senseless.

Jareth's fists pounded into Gary's despicable face with a fury that blotted out everything except the insults hurled at Marilla.

The directors stepped back in alarm. Sure, the Fairhaven Group’s board meeting was no stranger to drama, but seeing someone beaten to a pulp, especially by their own nephew, was a real eye-opener!

"Somebody help!" Barry bellowed, and only then did the bodyguards rush in. It took all their strength to pry Jareth off of Gary.

"My love life is none of your damn business, you old cur!" Jareth seethed, every word soaked with loathing as if he wished to devour Gary alive, "Marilla is the most perfect girl in the world to me! I love her, and nothing anyone says will change my mind about marrying her. No one's going to stop me. No one can!"

Jareth's muscles tensed as he fought the urge to go at Gary again.

With help, Gary managed to stand, spitting out a mouthful of blood ferociously. His expression was a mix of indignation and uncertainty as he cast a furtive glance at Barry. Barry's neutral stance told Gary all he needed to know: silent consent. The show had to go on.

Jareth returned to his seat and pulled out a pristine handkerchief, about to wipe the blood from his hands. He paused at the sight of a cute little bear embroidered in the corner, a token of affection from his dear Marilla.

Usually, he’d carry it with him, barely touch it, and surely couldn't bear to use it to clean up that cur’s blood stain, so he tucked it back into his jacket and wiped his hands on his sleeve instead, his rage subsiding slightly.

Barry, frowning, asked, "You okay, Gary? Need to head to the hospital?"

"I'm fine!" Gary's handkerchief was soaked with blood from his nose, evidence of Jareth's rage.

The meeting was able to continue in the end. Barry leisurely picked up the report from the table and flipped it open nonchalantly.

Under Jareth’s overawing power, only he could touch it.