His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 630

Chapter 630

Edith smirked with a mischievous glint in her eye, “Well, of course, dear Uncle Gary.”

“The board meeting is just around the corner, and Grandpa is going to officially appoint him as the

president of the Fairhaven Group. Right after that, it’s the engagement party with that Abernathy girl.

Looks like Jareth’s about to hit the jackpot with both his career and love life. Our little scheme might be

over before it even begins.” Gary flicked a cigarette absentmindedly between his lips, a rhythmic tremor

in his movements.

“Who says it’s over? The real show is just getting started,” Edith snorted.

“My dear niece, what’s the master plan?” Gary chuckled, his eyes twinkling with intrigue.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe we’ve been going at this from the wrong angle,” Edith mused, leaning back

against the headboard, her tone dark and ominous. “Jareth is a tough nut to crack, but what if we target

Marilla instead? That girl is as dumb as a bag of hammers and has been since middle school, a total

pushover. Manipulating her would be a walk in the park. All I need to do is lay out the facts, play to her

emotions, and if she truly loves Jareth, she’s bound to start doubting.”

Gary broke into a sly grin, “Reason and emotion, huh? You sure have a poetic way of saying

‘blackmail”.”

“Uncle Gary, you know what I mean. The only problem is…”

Edith’s face twisted with concern, “That little twit is guarded too closely by Jareth. I don’t have her

contact, I can’t get near her. I’ve got ideas, but no opportunity.”

Gary’s eyes sparkled with mischief, “Easy peasy. I’ll have someone keep tabs on them. The moment

that Abernathy girl is alone, you’ll be the first to know. Jareth’s busier than a bee in a field of clover right

now. He can’t be everywhere at once. He’s bound to slip up.”

“Here’s to a fruitful collaboration, Uncle Gary,” Edith said, her smile as dangero wolf’s.

As night fell over the city, Jareth rushed home after a long day’s work, eager to the love nest he shared

with his sweet little wife.

Though exhausted, the mere thought of Marilla waiting for him, her doe eyes shim with anticipation, her

petite waist that seemed to fit perfectly in his arms, and her bo that was a siren call to his very soul

rekindled his vigor.

“Sweetheart!”

He burst through the door, sweeping Marilla into his arms with a fervor that disregarded the presence of

Lily, their lips locked in a passionate, fiery kiss.

“Mmm.”

Marilla cooed softly, instinctively returning the kiss, melting into him as if she was designed to fit within

his embrace.

“Ah, honey, you’re so sweet,” Jareth murmured against her lips before planting a tender kiss on her

forehead. His husky voice asked, “Did you miss me?”

Marilla nodded shyly, her lips sealed with a blush.

“Ready to be the CEO’s wife and you’re still acting coy?” Jareth teased, pinching her cute nose, his

love for her immeasurable.

“I was about to drag your wife over to Fairhaven Group to find you,” Lily said with an indulgent smile.

“She’s been asking about you all afternoon. I’m telling you, it was like she had a fever.”

“Lily, I didn’t.” Marilla’s fingers twisted the fabric of her dress, her cheeks blooming like spring peaches.

“Yes, you did, and I love it,” Jareth insisted like a stubborn child, his arm tight around her waist. “From

now on, even after we’re married, be it ten or twenty years, you’ve got to wait for me every day, think of

me, miss me, just as clingy and adorable as you are now, okay?”

“Okay, as long as you like it, I’m fine with anything,” Marilla agreed with a bashful nod.

Every man’s ultimate fantasy: the epitome of devotion.

Lily struggled to suppress a giggle. Thanks to Marilla, she was witnessing a side of Jareth she’d never

imagined as if he had swallowed ten pounds of molasses.

After changing into more comfortable clothes, Jareth settled at the dinner table with an air of grace.

Marilla and Lily stared at him with wide eyes, their gazes making him self-conscious rub his face.

“Is there something on my face?”

“Sir, you seem different. You never used to change for dinner before, and you neve properly,” Lily

observed.

“Really?” Marilla nodded earnestly. “You do seem more elegant, Jareth, like my brothe

“Is that so?”

Jareth half-rose from his seat and tore into a roast chicken leg with a ferocity that could only be

described as savage.

“Who made this? It’s delicious!”

Marilla and Lily exchanged a look. Their moment of elegance must have been an illusion.

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After demolishing the chicken leg, Jareth realized that Lily had prepared a feast of oysters for him!

“Mr. Fairhaven, seafood doesn’t fill you up. Eat up, you need to replenish,” Lily said, placing the largest

oyster on his plate with a meaningful grin.

Jareth’s brows shot up in protest, his piercing gaze on Lily as he gripped his utensils with a tension that

nearly bent them.

Let’s be reasonable!

He was just too busy for bedroom activities, not incapable. Did he really need such a blatant hint?

After a hearty meal, Jareth had a mountain of work awaiting him, but he chose to sit cross-legged on

the living room carpet, playing a newly bought board game with his petite wife, feigning the leisure of a

man without a care in the world.

Lily, delighted by the scene, was about to retire to the kitchen when Marilla stood up to stop her.

“Lily, you’ve been busy all evening. Let me take care of it.”

“But, Marilla, I really don’t mind.”

Marilla insisted, gently pushing her to sit down before scampering off to the kitchen.

No sooner had she left than Jareth’s face, previously aglow with tender smiles, darkened ominously.