His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 752

Elsie's gaze flickered with a hint of surprise.

"Unannounced guests aren't typically welcomed at the Velvet Haven."

"But Harvey just called. He insists we roll out the red carpet for Mr. Fairhaven."

The underling spoke in hushed tones, "And that's not all. Harvey also instructed you to keep a sharp eye on Mr. Fairhaven tonight. Any slip-ups, and we need to capture it on video as evidence."

Having been Avery's right hand for years, Elsie grasped his intent in a heartbeat, her reply icy, "Understood."

Once the underling departed, she turned her complex gaze back to the screen. Now, a convoy of luxury cars followed Jareth's limo, storming into the underground parking like a cavalry charge.

But those cars just parked silently in the shadows, making no further moves. However, it gave Elsie a premonition of a storm brewing on the horizon.

Meanwhile, Gary, flushed and buoyant from drink, staggered into the parking lot with the aid of his bodyguards.

His legs were jelly; his words slurred. Yet his mouth ran like a broken faucet, cursing the Fairhaven lineage from Jareth to Barry, oblivious to his own ties with the Fairhaven family.

As Gary and his entourage reached the center of the parking lot, a blinding set of headlights suddenly shone on him, forcing him to shield his eyes instinctively. Then came a thunderous roar of an engine that echoed across the vast, empty space.

"Mr. Fairhaven! Look out!"

Gary, his head swimming in booze, only realized the danger when a sleek, black Bentley charged towards him at full speed, with no sign of slowing down, as if it intended to mow him down right there!

In the nick of time, not a single soul stepped in front of Gary - they all scattered like rats from a sinking ship!

"Ah! Stop! Don't come any closer, Ahhh!!"

A scream tore through the chilly air! The Bentley screeched to a halt just half a meter from Gary, bumping against his beer belly to the extent where even though the impact didn’t send him far away, it made him tumble a few meters before he crashed to the ground.

"Ugh!" Pain surged through him, and he vomited up the gourmet feast from earlier, covering himself in its foulness.

In agony, he manage to scramble to his feet, retreating and retching, "What are you waiting for?! Get them!"

Before the echo faded, a dozen thugs in black, armed with machetes, emerged from the shadows, encircling them. While stepping into the light first, and into Gary's bloodshot view, was a face of stunning beauty yet deadly intent - Lily!

Realization dawned on Gary, and he frantically reached for his phone, shouting in panic, "What are you still waiting for?! Get them now!"

His henchmen, seeing no escape, braced themselves and charged. Under the cloak of night, screams and the sound of snapping bones filled the air. The vast parking lot turned into a grim battlefield.

Silence fell. Amidst a pool of blood, Gary lay battered and bloodied, his expensive suit shredded to ribbons.

He knelt like a dog, with Lily's elegant leg pressing down on his back, pinning him to the ground as he pleaded in pain.

Dean respectfully opened the car door. Jareth stepped out, his tall, imposing frame effortlessly commanding the blood-stained ground. He walked over to Gary and stood still; his presence alone sent shivers down one's spine.

"Uncle Gary," he sneered, his voice cold and dark.

Gary trembled uncontrollably, chilled to the bone. He used to resent this young man for not respecting his elder. Now, hearing him call "Uncle", Gary felt nothing but dread.

"Jareth, we're family. I watched you grow up, boy!"