His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1185

As Evadne spoke, Thaddeus, though silent beside her, couldn't stop his eyes from drifting toward her. Her sharp, piercing gaze might have seemed intimidating to others, but to him, it stirred a strange, unidentifiable feeling in his heart. He found that in this moment, she was more beautiful than ever, radiating a brilliant, dazzling light.

Baron collapsed to his knees again. Evadne's words had struck him like a bolt of lightning. But he had already boarded Alexia's pirate ship. What could he do now but see it through to the end? Besides, he had seen the news a few days ago. Thaddeus was no longer the CEO of the Abernathy Group; he had no real power. That meant he had chosen the winning side with Chad. If he switched his allegiance back to Thaddeus now, he'd be a dead man for sure.

"Mr. Dempsey… Ms. Evadne, what's the point of threatening me now? Even if you kill me, Mr. Dempsey won't get his position back!" Baron stammered. "Besides, the blood sample was real… Even if I hadn't provided it, the police would have found out eventually. The outcome would have been the same!"

"Shut your damn mouth! Say one more thing like that and see what happens!" Jareth couldn't stand to hear it and glared, ready to strike.

"Don't hit my dad! If you want to hit someone… hit me!" Alan threw himself in front of his father in a dramatic display of filial piety.

Evadne's expression was grim. He was right. He had been bribed, but the blood sample was also real.

"Mr. Zade, I didn't come here tonight intending to use force." Thaddeus, who had been silent for some time, finally spoke, his voice cool and distant. "If it weren't for your son's disrespect toward Ms. Evadne, I would have been willing to sit down and talk this out calmly."

Evadne's eyes flickered, and she pressed her lips together.

Baron looked at the man's emotionless, handsome face, and a shiver of fear ran down his spine. *He had planned to talk calmly, but now… what was he going to do?!*

"But now, I see no need for that."

As soon as the low words were spoken, Jareth took a file from a bodyguard and slapped it across Baron's face. "Here. Open your eyes and take a good look at how your 'devoted' son has been honoring you."

Baron trembling hands picked up the documents. It was the mortgage agreement for their house, with Alan's signature and thumbprint clearly visible.

Alan saw it and, with reddened eyes, lunged to snatch it away, but his father slapped him back. "You animal! You sold the house… What are your mother and I supposed to do?! Are you trying to kill us?!"

Jareth smiled with boyish delight and looked over at the stoic Thaddeus. "Thad, you said you didn't want to talk things out calmly, right? Let me give you an idea. For five million, I'll break both of this punk's arms. Two and a half million a piece. We'll call it even."

Terrified, Alan dropped to his knees with a thud.

"Your son has a serious gambling problem. Without his arms, he might just kick the habit. Of course, if he figures out how to hold cards with his mouth, I can't help you there," Jareth said slowly. He then waved his hand, and two bodyguards moved to carry out the order.

"Mr. Fairhaven, don't! I'll give you the money! Just spare my son!" Baron pleaded, banging his head on the floor. "What do you want me to do? I'll do anything! Just don't hurt my son!"

His son was his last line of defense. His psychological wall had finally crumbled.

Evadne let out a quiet sigh of relief, a faint, satisfied smile on her face. She had come here tonight intending to do something similar, and while it might have worked, it certainly wouldn't have been as effective as Jareth's methods.