His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 611 

The insult was as blunt as a slap to the face, leaving Gary red with embarrassment.

He knew all too well that Jareth was a ruthless renegade, a man who thought himself above all others.

Still, with the prospect of Jareth’s taking over as CEO, Gary had expected him to show some restraint,

especially in front of Barry.

But restraint was not in Jareth’s vocabulary.

Barry, the family patriarch, wanted to reprimand his grandson, but upon reflection, he found no fault in

Jareth’s words. Gary’s antics and his fair–weather friends were nothing to be proud of.

So, with an awkward cough and a tactical sip of water, Barry tried to diffuse the tension.

Mrs. Fairhaven, on the other hand, was less able to hide her discomfort, Jareth, how can you speak to

your uncle like that? Show some respect!”

“Ha, don’t be too hard on Jareth. To us, he’s still a kid.” Gary’s wife April, chimed in, trying to smooth

things over with a warm smile, “Jareth, your uncle is known for his bluntness. That’s why he has few

friends; he’s chased them all away. He didn’t mean to offend you don’t take it personally.”

With a raise of his eyebrow and a swirl of his wine glass, Jareth remained unfazed. This tag–team of

good cop, bad cop was nothing new to him. Despite Gary’s physiological problems, because of which,

he couldn’t satisfy her in bed, he never let April want for anything material. Yet, in spite of the hollow

shell of their marriage, April remained. They were less a couple than a pair of would–be thieves, each

as bloodsucking as a leech, eyeing the Fairhaven Group with greedy intent.

Jareth’s frosty gaze locked onto Gary and April, his jaws clenched tight. One day, he would come

crashing down on them like a clap of thunder, and those pests would be squashed.

Dinner was served, an array of delectable dishes, but Jareth touched none of it, nursing only his wine.

Little did they know, his wife had stuffed him like a Thanksgiving turkey on the car ride over, leaving him

uncomfortably full.

Truth be told, even the finest delicacies couldn’t compare to the simple, home–cooked meals in their

cozy villa. Without Marilla by his side, everything tasted bland.

“Jareth, why aren’t you eating?” April asked with feigned concern, “This steak was flown in just for you.

Your grandpa went to great lengths to please you.”

“I’m not much for beef, it upsets my stomach, but I appreciate grandpa’s care, Jareth replied This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

dismissively.

“Upset stomach? My boy, you’ve always been strong. When did you develop such an ailment? Isn’t Lily

looking after you properly?” Mrs. Fairhaven’s face creased with worry.

“Mom, it has nothing to do with Lily.”

“You’ve always been carefree, and with your busy schedule, it’s no surprise if you’ve neglected your

health. Not to mention that Abernathy girl you’ve been fussing over, with time going by, it’d take a toll

on your body.”

At the thought that her son was entangled with the murderer’s daughter, the pent–up grievance Mrs.

Fairhaven had couldn’t be released at that moment, so she only could make insinuations, “Eating

outside certainly won’t be healthy, and when you find something amiss with the body, it’ll be too late!”

“Mom, call her Marilla or Ms. Abernathy, but not “that girl“. Jareth’s voice deepened, a stern edge to his

words, “She has never spoken ill of you and has always shown respect. I expect the same courtesy

extended to the woman I love.”

Mrs. Fairhaven was left speechless, her grip on her cutlery trembling with rage. That common girl, that

spawn of a criminal, was stealing her son right from under her nose!

Gary, witnessing the scene unfold, found solace in his son’s indiscriminate wrath – even his own

mother wasn’t spared. He smirked inwardly, Marilla was Jareth’s Achilles‘ heel.

If he found a good chance and played his cards right, she could be the perfect leverage to turn the

tables on this defiant brat.

*Jareth, I heard from your uncle about the horse races; you brought your girlfriend for everyone to

meet.” April stirred the pot, “I was sick that day and couldn’t make it. It’s a shame I didn’t get to meet

Ms. Abernathy. Tonight’s family dinner would have been the perfect occasion for you to bring her along”

Jareth ignored April’s baiting and turned his piercing gaze to Barry, “Would that be acceptable,

Grandpa Barry?”

“What?” Barry was caught off guard.

*Next time, may I bring your granddaughter–in–law, Marilla, to join the Fairhaven family dinner?*