His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

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!”

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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!”

Gary’s arrogance had vanished, replaced by desperate pleading, “Let’s talk this out; everything’s negotiable, right?”

“Fine. Let’s talk.” Jareth’s eyes were void of light, his tone casual, “Dean, bring it out.”

“Yes, Mr. Jareth Fairhaven.”

Dean pulled out a share transfer agreement from his briefcase and crouched down, offering it to Gary, “Mr. Gary Fairhaven, please sign and thumbprint here.”

Gary watched the document with bloodshot eyes, realizing he couldn’t play the shrinking turtle any longer. He pounded the ground, yelling, “Jareth, this is extortion! You’re robbing me in broad daylight!”

“I am, so what?” Jareth smirked without humor, his eyes dreadfully chilling, “Compared to what you did to my wife, this is nothing. But I’ll make an effort. The old give way to the new, right?”

Gary’s face twisted in rage, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. How could he sign this document? Signing it meant being cast out of the Fairhaven Group forever, with no chance for a comeback. It was a fate worse than

death!

“Jareth, you’re not a mob prince anymore; you’re the CEO of the Fairhaven Group! This is abuse of power, your

CEO seat is on the line.”

He couldn’t finish his sentence before a flash of steel caught his eye! In a swift motion, Jareth snatched the machete from Lily and chopped off Gary’s right arm!

“Ah!!” Gary’s scream was agonizing.

Lily and Dean, along with all of Jareth’s men, watched unfazed. This was the Jareth they knew, a man of few words but decisive action.

His relationship with Ms. Abernathy had softened the devilish Mr. Jareth Fairhaven, making him more humane. But Gary, in his folly, had turned Mr. Jareth Fairhaven back into a demon.

Jareth pressed Gary’s severed arm into the blood on the ground to leave a thumbprint on the document, and then tossed the limb aside with disgust.

The thumbprint is done. As for your signature, I can forge that. Thanks for your generosity, Uncle Gary. From now on, I’m the second–largest shareholder of the Fairhaven Group, right after Barry Fairhaven.

Leave one hand for yourself, so you can wipe your own ass,” the man said with a nonchalant air of superiority, sliding back into his car. Like shadows, Lily and her crew vanished without a trace.

Left writhing in pain and clinging to life, Gary lay there, clutching his severed arm, “Jareth, you’ll pay for this! The suffering I’ve endured today, I’ll reclaim it from you a hundredfold, a thousandfold!”

After Gary was whisked away, the Velvet Haven’s parking lot was a scene of chaos. Soon enough, two janitors arrived with mops and buckets, wiping the crime scene spotless with swift strokes, erasing any sign that something had ever happened.

In the room, Elsie watched the doctored surveillance footage on her computer, her fingers trembling with tension. In this version, Jareth didn’t exist.

Suddenly, a rhythmic knocking on the door broke the silence. Elsie quickly shut her laptop and went to answer

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Ms. Archer, as per your instructions, we’ve cleaned up the scene, said the strikingly handsome guard, his demeanor one of utmost respect

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Elsie looked around anxiously and quickly pulled the guard into the room, locking the door behind them.

“Thank you. I know there’s a lot at stake with this task, but don’t worry. If anything goes south, I’ll take the fall. You’ll walk away unscathed.”

The guard frowned, “Ms. Archer, you shouldn’t even say that. Had it not been for you speaking on my behalf two years ago, Mr. Chambers would’ve had my head! I owe you my life. It’s only right that I do this for you!”

Touched, Elsie managed only a wry smile, “Then I should thank you too. True loyalty is a rare commodity in the Velvet Haven.”

The guard blushed, his worries surfacing again, “But Ms. Archer, why risk so much for Jareth? Is he worth it?”

“Is it worth it? I don’t know. I just follow my heart,” Elsie’s eyes were clouded with complexity.

The guard ventured cautiously, “You have a thing for Mr. Fairhaven?”

“Where did your mind wander off to?” Elsie let out a laugh, her cheeks tinged with red, pretending to look casually at the neatly hung black trench coat on the rack, “Maybe it’s because I’ve lived in the shadows for too lòng. The less light I see, the more I long for it.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.