His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 770

On a night where the wind howled like souls in torment and a solitary moon cast a chilling glow, Barry arrived punctually at the old mansion's second-floor study, where Gary was already waiting, his forlorn shadow stretched across the floor like a specter summoned from the abyss.

"Dad, after all we've been through, I never imagined you'd be this ruthless with me."

Gary lounged on the leather couch, his laugh cold as the grave. "I've always paid you respect, worked tirelessly for the family business. And now, just because I'm handicapped, you cast me aside like yesterday's news. Isn't that a bit harsh?"

Barry sensed danger and spun to yank open the door—only to find that it wouldn't budge.

"Save your energy. You're not stepping one foot out of this house unless I say so." Gary, about to light a cigarette, remembered his incapacity and resentfully shoved it back into the pack.

"Greg, Greg!" Barry's voice trembled with fear as sweat drenched his back.

The door creaked open.

"Mr. Fairhaven, Greg is here."

Jackson entered with a sinister smile, his face smeared with blood, and callously dropped Greg's lifeless body at Barry's feet as if it were trash, "Sadly, he can't serve you anymore."

Terror gripped Barry as his vision tunneled and his body trembled. He roared at Gary, "You dared to kill? Have you lost your mind? What do you want?"

"I know exactly what I'm doing. And if I've gone mad, it's because of you, because of Jareth."

Gary shrugged indifferently. "Besides, it's just murder. No big deal. Back in the day, you had no qualms about getting your hands dirty to build up the Fairhaven Group, right? Now you're old, you've been acting the lapdog for so long you've forgotten you were once a wolf with a taste for blood."

"Gary Fairhaven!"

Gary tossed a document on the coffee table. "Sign this, and I'll spare your life out of fifty years of father-son affection. I lost interest in your shares. Let your precious grandson clean up the Fairhaven mess if he wants. Just transfer all your assets to me, and I'll leave you with your life."

The blood drained from Barry's face, his teeth grinding in fury. He'd never been one to cower, to grovel for his life. How could he have built such an empire, one of the four great families, if he had?

And to be threatened by his own son, of all people? There was no way he'd bow.

Barry laughed heartily, pointing at Gary. "You've played the dutiful son for years, and now your true colors show. But I'm still one step ahead. Before you came for me, I transferred all my assets and shares to Jareth. He's now the patriarch of the Fairhaven family, the one calling the shots at Fairhaven Group! You? You're not even fit to lap up the leftovers!"

Gary sat up abruptly, his eyes cracking with hatred. "Old bastard! You still dare to lie to me when you're dying?"

"Lie to you? Is that necessary? I might as well tell you now."

Barry stared at the ground with his cane and his scarlet eyes. "Even if Kris is gone, I have never thought of letting you be the heir of the Fairhaven Group for a day! I have always preferred Jareth, and I have always cultivated."

Gary leaped over the coffee table, rage contorting his face, and plunged a knife deep into Barry's gut.

As blood oozed onto the floor, Barry clutched his wound and collapsed to his knees, his vision blurring as he fell into shock.

He had nurtured a monster, a creature that had lost all humanity in its quest for power.

"Dad, did you just say that even without my brother, I'd never take over the Fairhaven Group?"

Gary kicked Barry down, his boot pressing into the bleeding wound, eliciting a scream of agony. "Let me share a secret with you. My brother's plane crash? I orchestrated it."