His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 720

Avery was stumped by the question.

“All you gotta do is give me the guy’s name, address, and a photo. The rest, keep it to yourself, Hans

resumed taking sips of his drink

Avery studied Hans’s face intently, a smile playing on his lips that didn’t quite reach his eyes, “You don’t

need to off anyone. Just keep a guy in check so my people can do their thing; that’s all.”

“Got it. Send me the details when it’s time.”

With that, Hans downed his last shot, stood up, hands buried in his leather jacket pockets, and walked

steadily towards the door.

After all that booze, the guy could still walk a straight line. Impressive.

Avery watched him go, “I’ve had a deluxe suite prepped for you. You can head up and crash.”

“Mr. Abernathy has already sorted my digs. I go by the boss’s playbook.”

The door slammed shut. Avery stood alone in the dim room, quickly pulling out his smartphone, and

tapping a name into the search bar.

Old headlines popped up, but the face in the photos was crystal clear!

Just then, Elsie walked in, eyeing Avery’s trembling, controlled silhouette, and ventured cautiously, “Mr.

Chambers, you alright?”

“Hahaha!”

Avery, staring at his phone, suddenly burst into eerie laughter, sending shivers down Elsie’s spine.

“Classic Mr. Abernathy. Is there anyone on this planet more capable than you?”

Avery collapsed onto the couch, laughing until he was gasping for air, his usually pale face flushed with

excitement, “Thaddeus, just you wait, you’ve met your match!”

Elsie, witnessing his manic laughter, felt a chill creep over her. She had a hunch that Avery knew the

hitman. And it seemed, they had history.

Recently, a series of major incidents had sent shockwaves through Elmsworth and Skyrim alike.

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Matthew was busted, the Chambers Group faced a public relations crisis that seemed beyond repair,

and Jeff was hospitalized with a heart condition, with the media milking it for all it was worth the old

man had “died” a few times over the past couple of weeks, at least according to the gossip blogs.

Over at the K Group, Evadne had taken the throne. Her first order of business as the new head honcho

was to punish Bevis. Not only did she clean house for Emeric, but she also recouped his five million in

hush money.

Though for the Ashbourne family, five million was pocket change, Evadne wasn’t about to let a

backstabber like Bevis get off scot–free.

She donated every penny of the reclaimed five million to a charity foundation established in Thaddeus‘

mother’s name.

And at the Fairhaven Group premises, the board meeting was scheduled for this morning at the

headquarters.

In the morning, Jareth woke up bright and early. By the time he was all groomed and dressed, Marilla

was still snuggled up with her teddy bear, her cherubic face a picture of peace, her tender lips

breathing out sweet nothings.

Last night, he had indulged her once more. During their intimate moment, she clung to his shoulder,

crying softly, insisting she’d get up early to tie his tie, brew his coffee, and make breakfast.

She knew today was a big day for him, and/as his wife, she wanted to be prepared. But Jareth, while

responding softly, ravaged her even more fiercely.

After their passionate affair, Marilla was left worn out in his arms, almost passed out from exhaustion.

He knew her well; if they had been intimate the night before, she’d surely sleep in. That was exactly

what he wanted. His delicate wife didn’t need to do anything for him, just stay home sweetly, waiting for

him to come back from work.

That was the kind of happiness he’d been chasing his whole life.

Jareth gazed at his sleeping beauty for a long while, the urge rising within him again:

But he managed to hold back. Leaning in, he kissed her tenderly, caressing her face and whispering “I

love you” a few times before reluctantly leaving the room.

Downstairs, Lily and Jareth’s newly promoted secretary stood respectfully waiting for him.

Lily had become Marilla’s full–time personal assistant and bodyguard. Mr. Fairhaven needed reliable

people by his side, so she recommended her protégé, Dean, for the secretary job.

“Mr. Fairhaven‘” Both greeted with a bow

“Lily, hold down the fort; take good care of Marilla.”

Jareth, cloaked in a black coat with Dean’s assistance, repeated his daily instruction with gravity

“Contact me for anything Even during a meeting, it doesn’t matter. Nothing’s more important than NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Marilla’s business.”

‘Yes Mr. Fairhaven,” Lily nodded solemnly.

“Lily, we’re off,” Dean’s eyes gleamed as he looked at Lily.

“Go on, make sure give Mr. Fairhaven your full support,” Lily said, with fervent concern.

Dean gave an “ok” gesture and followed Mr. Fairhaven out.

Hearing the luxury car drive away, Lily sighed and smiled knowingly. All their efforts were finally paying

off.

Estimating that Mrs. Fairhaven would sleep in a while longer, Lily went to the kitchen to prepare a

hearty breakfast for her.

She had just gotten started when the doorbell rang.

Thinking Mr. Fairhaven had forgotten something and doubled back, Lily hurriedly took off her apron and

rushed to the foyer.

But on the video monitor, a stranger’s face appeared.

The man, in a black suit, had sharp, rugged features. When he looked straight at her, his eyes

conveyed a masculine intensity and an unsettling chill.

Lily’s heart tightened abruptly; her pulse throbbed inexplicably. It was rare for anyone to intimidate her

like this.

“Who are you?”

Lily’s eyes were wary as she stepped back slowly, her hand even inching towards the concealed gun at

her back.

“I’m with the Fairhaven Group.”

The man was blunt, his face as expressionless as if he was reading from a script, “Per Mr. Fairhaven’s

orders, I’m here to escort Ms. Marilla Abernathy out for a bit.”

“I haven’t received any such instructions, and without Mr. Fairhaven’s say–so, nobody is taking her

anywhere.”

Lily’s gaze darkened, her grip tightening on the gun in her hand, “Who the hell are you?”

The man at the door couldn’t be bothered to waste words, his patience wearing thin. He pulled

something out of his pocket, slapped it onto the high–security keypad lock on the door, and then

pressed a button.

After a few beeps, there was a muffled bang! The secure lock was blown to bits!

Lily’s eyes flashed with ferocity as she raised her arm, the barrel of her gun pointing straight at the

intruder!

Just as her finger tensed on the trigger, the man moved like lightning, kicking her gun away with a spin

kick that left her sweating cold beads of pain.

Barely catching her breath, Lily grabbed a steak knife from the coffee table and launched herself at

him, aiming straight for his heart!

They were locked in a fierce and breath–taking struggle! Lily was no slouch; she’d been trained from a

young age in close–quarters combat, the kind only professional assassins learned.

But against this devil of a man, after a dozen moves, she was already overpowered. He was a veritable

killing machine. Lily narrowly dodged a couple of fatal moves but one lapse in concentration could

mean a snapped neck!

“Ugh!”

The man quickly exploited Lily’s weakness, breaking her defense, twisting her arm to snatch the knife,

and then kicked her hard in the back.

Lily’s body collapsed uncontrollably. But that wasn’t enough for him; to completely disable her, he

plunged the knife into her left. thigh!

“You’re not one of the Fairhaven Group’s people. They don’t have anyone with skills like yours!”

The searing pain made Lily’s vision blur, but even so, she didn’t cry out or beg for mercy. Her teeth

clenched, her body trembling with any the demanded Who sent you? Who do you work for

Faring interrogation, the man just remained stent Laconic efficiency was the mark of a professional

Putman

Though the vita’s rooms were soundproof, the commotion had still managed to wake Maritta Rubbing

her eyes, she slowly sat up but by then, the noise from downstairs had ceased, as if what she’d heard

was just an illusion.

Marilla slipped into her eat, her slender arms clutching the teddy bear lightly as she stepped down the

stairs

“Lily? Lily?

Reaching the middle of the stairway, she gasped in shock. Lily was gone.

In her place, Hans was casually seated on the couch, peeling an apple with the steak knife.

“Who are you?” Marilla’s breath caught, her delicate legs trembling slightly.

Hans lifted his cold gaze to this pretty young girl, his eyes devoid of emotion.

“So, you’re Ms. Marilla Abernathy?”

Frozen in place, Marilla said nothing, yet her silence a tacit admission.

Hans peeled off a continuous strip of apple skin, aliced off a piece of the fruit, and was about to bite

into it when he changed his mind and offered it instead.

“Want some?”

Marilla’s clear, doe–like eyes were filled with nothing but panic, and she shook her head stiffly.

Chewing crisply, Hans swallowed and said, “Ms. Abernathy, I’ve been sent by Mr. Fairhaven to take

you to him.”

“Where’s Lily?” Marilla’s eyes were locked on him, her hand behind her back, silently unlocking her

phone.

“Don’t move, Ms. Abernathy.”

Though his eyes weren’t on her, Hans had her every move under control, his voice indifferent. “That is,

if you ever want to see Lily again.”