His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

On the way back, Dean was behind the wheel, while Lily sat in the passenger seat, trying to comfort Jareth.

“Mr. Fairhaven, we need to keep our eyes peeled these days.”

Lily pondered for a moment before speaking up, “The owner behind the Velvet Haven is Avery. After the ruckus we caused tonight, he’s bound to catch wind of it. I’m afraid he’ll use the incident with you handling Gary to play some dirty tricks on you.”

“It doesn’t matter. Gary was just a toothless cur to begin with.”

Jareth’s voice, usually sharp and haughty, was now hoarse and burning with intensity, “I got what I came for. Gary’s men hurt your leg, and I took his arm for it. We’re even now. As for the rest, let it be. Who cares?”

“Mr. Fairhaven, thank you for avenging me.”

Eyes brimming with tears, Lily choked up before managing to finish her sentence, “But I hope this is the last time. I can take care of my own battles from now on. I don’t want you to get into trouble for someone like me again.”

Jareth’s lips, pale as death, formed a thin, straight line, and he remained silent.

“Mr. Fairhaven, are you heading home now?” Dean asked through the rearview mirror, glancing at Jareth, who appeared to be resting with his eyes closed.

“Home? huh, do I even have a home?”

Jareth coughed bitterly; his throat felt as if he had swallowed the bitterest gall of the world, the bitterness almost too much to bear, “The moment Marilla left, I lost my home. I can’t bring myself to go back there.”

These days, he had no place to go, staying at the presidential suite of a hotel. With his financial resources, he could buy a dozen villas without batting an eye, yet he couldn’t bear to live alone in an empty house.

Every place that felt like home reminded him painfully of Marilla, and every corner brought back memories of the happy times they had spent together. Missing her was more torturous than death by a thousand cuts, he was barely hanging on.

“Lily, give me a cigarette,” Jareth’s voice was broken and hoarse.

Lily, holding back her own distress, dissuaded him seriously, “No, Mr. Fairhaven, you’ve been smoking too much these days. The doctor said smoking and drinking are bad for your stomach. You have a heavy burden to bear; you can’t fall now! So stop harming yourself!”

Before her voice trailed off, Dean slammed on the brakes, jolting everyone in the car.

“What’s going on?” Jareth’s eyes opened slightly.

Dean’s forehead was slick with sweat as he laid on the horn, “Mr. Fairhaven, we’ve got a car ahead playing chicken, and they won’t give way.”

Lily noticed that the car, though not as luxurious as the Fairhaven Group’s, had a distinctive black– and–white license plate.

in Elmsworth, only government officials or people with special privileges drove cars with such plates. So, following the principle of “better safe than sorry for the evening. Lily reluctantly told Dean, “Back it

up.

Drive through Jareth commanded coldly

Lay besitated. But Mr. Fairhaven, that car is

s them going against traffic, they should be yielding to us if they don’t follow the rules of the road, why give them any face. Het them

Dean dared not disobey and stepped hard on the gas. With a loud bang, the hood of the opposing car few up!

The other driver came out fuming ready to argue, and Dean was prepared to teach him a lesson in manners.

“Don’t you have eyes? You don’t even check the plate before you charge? Are you out of your mind?” The driver boasted arrogantly, “If someone in this car got hurt because of you, could you handle that responsibility?!”

In the glare of the headlights, Lily recognized the man sitting in the back seat, and she gasped, “Mr. Fairhaven, that’s Mr. Bartley’s son, Alston!”

Jareth’s eyes flashed sharply, his gaze towards the man in the car as piercing as an arrow, emitting a bone–chilling coldness.

He stepped out of the car, and Lily quickly followed. Alston, too, saw Jareth and, accompanied by his bodyguard, stepped out of his car leisurely.

The two men faced each other, one with eyes as stormy as an angry sea, the other with a smirk, his demeanor a stark contrast to the forced civility at the Chambers Group’s banquet. Now he was all scorn and mockery.

“Mr. Fairhaven, looks like your driver needs a refresher course. His skills seem a bit lacking.”

Lily clenched her fists. Even though he was a man of high standing, he spoke with the pettiness of a small–minded victor!

“Are you blind? Can’t see the lines on the road?” With such a hypocrite, Jareth skipped the niceties and went straight for the jugular.

Alston’s face stiffened. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Even a good dog knows not to block the way, and your man is worse than a dog.” Jareth’s eyes gleamed wickedly, like a handsome devil in the dark night, “Or is it that like owner, like dog?”

“You!”

Alston was so angry he wanted to punch him but feared he wouldn’t win the fight! So he took a deep breath, his lips curling into a sinister smile that didn’t match his status.

“Heh, Mr. Fairhaven, I won’t take offense at your temper. After all, a gentleman doesn’t stoop to the level of the petty.”

“Who are you calling petty?” Lily stepped forward, glaring.

The Bartley family’s bodyguards immediately shielded their charge. Alston continued with a sneer, “I’m not just understanding of your situation as a fellow man, but I also get it. Being jilted is painful,

especially when you have to watch the woman you love marry someone else. That feeling must be worse than frying in oil, right?”

Jareth felt a heavy weight in his chest, his teeth clenched, “Who’s getting married?”

‘Ha. Seems like you’re out of the loop, Mr. Fairhaven. But since we’ve met today, let me break the news to you, save you the trouble of an invitation later.”

Alston stepped closer, whispering venomously into Jareth’s ear, “I’m getting engaged to Marilla. She’ll be mine