His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 725

After stepping out of the Fairhaven Group premises, Gary couldn't wait to call Edith the moment he settled into his car.

"Edith, you're a real genius, you know that? How did you come up with such a brilliant scheme? I here admit I was too harsh on you before."

"Uncle Gary, I told you I wouldn't let you down. Just follow my lead from now on, and the good times will roll," Edith's voice bubbled with pride, almost floating on air.

The mastermind behind the scenes was truly remarkable. This kind of vile and intricate scheme was something she couldn't have conjured up even if she banged her head against the wall few times.

"By the way, there's something I need to tell you." Gary's lips curled into a sly grin, "That video you mentioned, the one of Marilla having an episode, we don't need to lift a finger ourselves anymore."

"Oh? Don't tell me Grandpa is taking matters into his own hands?" Edith's mind was racing now.

"Smart girl."

Gary kicked back in his luxury car, leisurely crossing his legs and sipping on a cup of the finest coffee his secretary had prepared, "Since the old man is behind it, even if Jareth comes looking to settle scores later, the old man will take the heat. The fire won't touch us. But Edith, I fear that even so, it won't stop your brother from his determination to marry Ms. Abernathy. He's capable of anything."

"Ha, Jareth may want to marry, but that doesn't mean she'll want to say 'I do'."

Edith's laugh was cold and sardonic, "I have another move up my sleeve to shatter his dream once and for all. Don't worry about it."

Marilla had fainted on the way to the hospital. Jareth had watched over her the entire time, a helpless spectator as she ran through various physical examination, her delicate body handled by the medics like a soulless marionette.

His heart shattered again and again, his eyes reddening with unshed tears. After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor finally emerged from the emergency room.

"Mr. Fairhaven, your wife shows no signs of physical trauma or assault."

Jareth's eyes widened in shock, "Then why would she?"

"It appears she's suffered a severe psychological shock, resulting in a psychosomatic response. The extreme agitation, strain, and fear led to shortness of breath, causing respiratory alkalosis, hence the convulsions and fainting."

The doctor looked concerned, "Right now, you should be more worried about your wife's mental state. I'm not a psychiatrist, but I can tell she's not in good shape. You should take her to a psychiatrist as soon as possible."

Jareth’s pupils shook violently; he felt his heart plummet.

Gary hadn't harmed Marilla. No, from the beginning, he wasn't after her body; he aimed to destroy her spirit!

Knowing Marilla had autism, he must have used some vile method to cause her complete psychological breakdown!

"Mr. Fairhaven!"

Dean rushed over, wiping sweat from his brow, "We've found Lily!"

"Where is she?!" Jareth's voice trembled with urgency, his heart pounding in dread of possibly receiving another piece of devastating news.

Dean caught his breath, "It's complicated. You might want to wait for her to tell you herself."

"So Lily's alive," Jareth's heart, lodged in his throat, finally settled back into place.

In his life, Marilla was paramount. And Lily was his most trusted ally, a comrade-in-arms, closer than family.

If something had happened to Lily.

"Mr. Fairhaven."

Dean hit the nail on the head. Whoever had managed to inflict such damage on Lily had to be a formidable figure like Thaddeus or the military academy-trained Elvis. It was hard to imagine anyone else with such terrifying skills!

Even if Jareth hired a few more bodyguards, it wouldn't change the situation!

"The troublemaker wasn't one of Barry or Gary's men. I would recognize their people; even if I didn't, I'm convinced they're not capable of this."

Lily recalled with a chill, "That man must be a professional hitman."

Jareth's eyes turned icy cold, his fingers whitening as he clenched his fists.

"But strangely, that man didn't touch Mrs. Fairhaven or me. He wounded my leg just to stop me from interfering with him taking her."

Lily furrowed her brows, "Then, I was blindfolded, not knowing where I was taken. And then I was dumped by the roadside. They did nothing to me."

Jareth's mind raced as he grappled with overwhelming grief, his thoughts gradually sharpening into focus, "That guy, even if he's not on Gary's payroll, he's definitely under his orders. Otherwise, he couldn't have breezed into the Fairhaven Group and taken Marilla to that room, then slipped away like a ghost."

The memory of a massive flat-screen TV in that room flashed through his mind, and his heart clenched. Perhaps Marilla had seen the footage of Lily being kidnapped on that screen, which would explain why she had lost control, spiraling into hysteria.

But what was Gary's endgame in orchestrating such an elaborate scheme? Was it all just to make him squirm at the board meeting?

Suddenly, his phone buzzed. It was Thaddeus calling, his voice urgent and fraught.

"Thad," Jareth massaged his forehead, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

"Jareth, what a 'generous' gift your Fairhaven Group has presented to my sister." Thaddeus' voice was hoarse with fury, icy as if soaked in the chill of a winter storm, "Is this your family's idea of a wedding gift?!"