His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 743

Evadne's thoughts, entangled with sorrow, snapped to clarity with the utterance of those words. Things just couldn’t bear closer analysis. The more they thought about it, the more suspicious and plausible it seemed.

"We've gone over this before. Given Gary and Edith's capabilities, there's no way they could have found such formidable help. There's definitely someone backing them up."

Thaddeus' eyes shone with a piercing gaze as he analyzed coolly, "What if it's Avery, looking to set a trap and take his revenge? It's certainly not out of the question.

Besides, Aaron mentioned earlier that the hitman is likely a foreigner. Avery's been entrenched in Helgen for years. Recruiting such an individual to clear the mess for Gary and them shouldn't be too difficult."

"Revenge? If Avery wanted revenge, it would be against us! What does he have to do with Jareth and Marilla?"

Evadne's anger was palpable, "He's got a full belly meddling in the Fairhaven Group affairs now?!"

"Marilla is my sister, my blood. Jareth, my best friend."

Thaddeus pulled at his lips, suppressing the anger in his hoarse voice, "Evadne, do you get it now?"

Out of respect for Marilla's presence, some things were better left unsaid.

Avery, capable of monstrous acts, oscillating between a wolf in sheep's clothing and a cold-blooded devil, would likely lash out at those close to Thaddeus if his direct revenge failed.

He knew Jareth's soft spot was Marilla.

He'd gladly hand over a weapon to the Fairhaven Group, play them against each other, and shatter the bond between Jareth and Marilla, forcing Thaddeus to taste the agony of losing loved ones!

This empathetic pain was like a dull knife carving into Thaddeus' flesh. Evadne caught her breath, and then cast another doubt after a moment of contemplation.

"Thaddeus, your analysis makes some sense. But the circumstances differ each time. Does Snakey Avery need to repeat the same trick? He kept a woman who looks like me around to plot against you, to confuse and distract. Why send an assassin who looks exactly like Hubery? There's no need. And Avery's cautious in his dealings. If he used the same ploy twice, wouldn't it be easy for people to link it back to him? Would he be that foolish, leaving us clues on purpose?"

"Thaddeus' analysis isn't without merit."

Aaron's eyes were cold and sharp, reclaiming his usual Captain Ashbourne demeanor, "Using the Fairhaven Group, targeting Jareth, Avery has the motive. But Evadne is right about one thing: there's no need to plant someone who looks like Hubery. Once that man shows his face, it could complicate matters, as it has now."

Marilla, usually silent, suddenly spoke up, her watery eyes fixed anxiously on Aaron's determined face, "Aaron, are you suggesting the person behind Jareth's trouble might not be that young son from the Chambers family, there could be someone else?"

Evadne and Thaddeus were taken aback!

The old Marilla was cautious and lived humbly, seemingly naive and fragile. Jareth had always sheltered her like a precious flower in a greenhouse, but actually she was perceptive and clear-sighted.

"Yes, Marilla, you're smart."

Aaron gazed into her clear eyes, a tender smile curving his lips, though his heart felt bittersweet, "It's related to Avery, but the hitman might not be his man. Someone else could be assisting him."

Her concern, her attention, it was because it involved the person she loved most.

"Avery's not alone; there's someone else behind him," Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy almost spoke in unison!

The situation was tangled and increasingly complex. So, was this a signal from that person to show himself? Could the man bearing a striking resemblance to Hubery and entangling himself with people around them be merely a coincidence?

Avery was already a formidable enemy. The one controlling him, what kind of terrifying power player could they be?

After discussing serious matters, Aaron didn’t stick around and prepared to leave.

Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy escorted him to the door, but to their surprise, Marilla rushed out without even grabbing her coat.

"Aaron, wait!"

Aaron watched her approach, his heart fluttering; he quickly uttered, "You'll catch a cold dressed like that; go back inside!"

"I'm not cold; it's okay."

Marilla stood with rosy cheeks, sincere eyes beaming, "Aaron, those teddy bear pastries you brought me last time, I've eaten them all. They were really delicious."

"No big deal. Glad you liked them," Aaron's smile was bright and genuine.

She pressed her lip and handed him a rolled-up paper, "This is for you. Thanks for the pastries."

Aaron was momentarily stunned, and carefully unrolled it. It was a caricature of him, whimsical yet capturing his essence, lively and endearing. He couldn't love it more.