His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1271

The entire banquet hall erupted into an uproar.

The plain-looking young man had not only sneaked into the event disguised as a waiter, but he had drawn a knife, intending to slaughter both Mr. Abernathy and President Ashbourne—the heirs to two massive empires!

Everyone knew that if he had so much as scratched either of them, his life would be over.

What could have possibly driven this young man to risk his life and future on such a desperate, suicidal attack?

And why did he call Chad a murderer and Evadne his accomplice?

It was a scandalous mystery, and the crowd was eating it up.

The hotel security team swarmed the hall, intending to drag the attacker away, but Thaddeus kept the man pinned down, refusing to loosen his grip.

“Please hand him over to us, sir. Let us handle this so you don't get hurt,” the security captain urged respectfully.

Thaddeus remained motionless like a statue, his cold gaze locked onto the man beneath him.

The guards stood by awkwardly, knowing better than to forcefully pry the suspect from his hands.

“Evadne, it's too dangerous here... Let's get you out of here,” Chad said through gritted teeth, enduring the agonizing pain in his back as he helped Evadne to her feet.

“Wait.”

Evadne took a deep breath to steady herself, her dark eyes locking onto the attacker. “Why did you say Mr. Abernathy is a murderer and I'm an accomplice? My family’s background is spotless. We've never broken the law. And Mr. Abernathy has spent years doing charity work and giving back to society.

“You attacked Mr. Abernathy with a knife, incited a panic, and slandered both of our names. With all those charges combined, aren't you afraid of rotting in a prison cell for the rest of your life?”

Thaddeus looked up. His gaze met Evadne's, clashing briefly like steel before quickly darting away.

He could feel his heart trembling violently. No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, the turmoil wouldn't settle.

Chad’s dark eyes swept over the attacker's hate-filled face before he gently urged Evadne.

“Evadne, let the police handle him. Let's get out of here first and figure things out later.”

“You're hurt. You should go ahead,” Evadne replied with absolute seriousness. “I'm perfectly fine. I'm staying right here to get to the bottom of this.”

She stepped closer, demanding answers from the man. “Speak up. You're going to explain yourself right now. The Ashbourne family operates with total integrity, and I won't let you drag our name through the mud!

“Mr. Abernathy might be forgiving enough to let this go, but I'm not. If I don't clear this up, who knows what rumors will spread about me and my family?”

The shadows in Chad’s eyes darkened.

He clenched his fist, crushing a shard of glass in his grip. The jagged edge pierced his palm, blood seeping between his fingers, yet his expression remained completely impassive.

“It... it doesn't have anything to do with you! But Evadne, you're parading around with a murderer! You're collaborating with him! That proves you're just as bad! You deserve to die too!” the man roared, his eyes bloodshot.

Though there was no press present, several guests were already secretly recording the scene on their phones.

In the era of social media, nothing stayed buried for long. No matter how much power someone wielded, suppressing the truth was impossible once it hit the internet.

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