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His Ex wife is a billionaire Chapter 551

    <b>Chapter </b>551


    Gordon’s fists clenched hard, seething with a desire <b>to </b>deck that reporter and <b>send </b><b>him </b><b>to </b><b>hell</b>.


    A hush fell <b>over </b>the <b>crowd</b>, all eyes glued on the reporter<b>, </b>waiting for <b>the </b>showdown.


    Some <b>had </b>wanted to ask <b>that </b>very <b>question</b><b>, </b><b>but </b><b>respect </b>for Evadne’s influence had <b>sealed </b>their <b>l*ps</b>. Now<b>, </b><b>the </b><b>reporter </b>had <b>taken </b>the bullet, and <b>they </b>couldn’t be more <b>delighted</b>.


    <b>Thaddeus’s </b>chest <b>burned </b><b>with </b><b>a </b><b>fury </b><b>so </b><b>intense </b>it <b>threatened </b><b>to </b><b>engulf </b>him. His <b>veins </b>bulged <b>as </b><b>his </b>hand reached for the car door, <b>eager </b>to bolt, but <b>Evadne’s </b><b>arms </b>enveloped him from behind.


    “It’s <b>already </b>chaos out there<b>, </b><b>and </b><b>don’t </b>go adding fuel <b>to </b><b>the </b><b>fire</b><b>.” </b>


    <b>Gritting </b><b>his </b><b>teeth</b><b>, </b><b>Thaddeus growled with </b><b>a </b><b>voice </b>thick with rage, “But <b>he’s </b>smearing your name<b>.</b>”


    <b>“</b><b>So </b>what<b>? </b><b>It’s </b><b>not </b><b>a </b><b>big </b><b>deal</b>. <b>Thaddeus</b><b>, </b>we’re adults here<b>, </b>and can we <b>keep </b><b>the </b>emotions <b>in </b>check, <b>please</b><b>?</b><b>” </b><b>Evadne </b>teased, yfully scratching <b>at </b>his <b>ribs</b>.


    Thaddeus’s <b>anger </b><b>subsided </b>slightly<b>, </b>yet <b>he </b>was still fuming, “We <b>can’t </b><b>just </b>let this go. That sleaze could <b>very </b>well be <b>a </b><b>pawn </b><b>of </b>the Chambers <b>Group</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>


    “And <b>what </b>if he <b>is</b><b>?” </b>


    <b>Evadne </b>blinked <b>her </b>sparkling eyes, unfazed, “Byron is toast, and we’ve finally avenged the girls he wronged. My mission is aplished. <b>As </b>for what people <b>say, I </b>couldn’t care less<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    “<b>Evadne</b><b>, </b>don’t make me feel so useless,” Thaddeus choked, his throat clogged with bitterness.


    <b>“</b>Useless<b>? </b>Being with you is a st, I’ve got no worries at all.”


    Evadne pressed her soft curves against his tense chest, cradling his face in her hands.


    “Come here.”


    Thaddeus’s hands roamed over her slender waist and hips, his l*ps iming hers deeply.


    He used to cringe at public disys of affection, fast–forwarding through movie scenes dripping <b>with </b>romance. Now, he was as


    tame <b>as </b>a well–trained hound.


    His <b>soul </b>had long been ensnared by her, and he was totally changed.


    Or perhaps, he had always been a vessel brimming with fierce love and possessiveness, and having met her, his eyes, his mind,


    his heart could never make room for another.


    “See, you’re plenty useful.”


    With eyes shimmering like the ocean, Evadne slowly broke the k*ss, “Just like that, all my troubles are gone.”


    Meanwhile, facing the reporter’s malicious questioning, Gordon, no matter how incensed, knew a corporate secretary must keep


    his cool.


    After all, nothing was more important than safely escorting the victims and their families away, a critical task entrusted to him by Evadne and Thaddeus. He couldn’t afford any distractions.


    “Ms. Higgins, ignore him, and let’s go.”


    In his urgency, Gordon reached instinctively for Beverly’s cool hand.


    But Beverly stood her ground, immovable.


    In the next second, Beverly, in full view of everyone, removed her cap and mask.


    Gordon’s heart clenched as a loud buzz filled his head.


    He wanted to intervene, but it was toote.


    “Evadne, what is she doing?” Evadne and Thaddeus’s eyes widened in shock.


    Beverly, revealing her face, was immediately swallowed by a sea of shing lights. Squinting through teary eyes, she showed no signs of cowardice or hesitation.


    She stared down at the male repórter, each word weighted with conviction, “Tell me, is this question based on your spection, or do you have any evidence to prove that these are Ms. Evadne’s true thoughts?<b>” </b>


    The reporter stumbled awkwardly, “Well, it’s a reasonable guess.”


    <b>1/2 </b>


    08:34


    ‘As a journalist, you ought <b>to </b>know <b>that </b>reporting <b>the </b>truth is a cardinal rule of journalism. Without any evidence, you’ve ndered Ms. Evadne and <b>even </b><b>attempted </b><b>to </b>stir discord and tarnish her reputation. Are you<b>, </b><b>by </b><b>any </b>chance, <b>sent </b><b>by </b>Ms. Evadne’s rivals <b>to </b>cause trouble?”


    Beverly, seemingly delicate, spoke with a razor–<b>sharp </b>tongue, fearless <b>and </b><b>unyielding</b><b>, </b>leaving everyone <b>dumbfounded</b>.


    <b>The </b>instigator stepped back, disappearing <b>into </b>the crowd like a <b>turtle </b><b>retracting </b><b>into </b><b>its </b>shell.


    “Ms. <b>Higgins</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>Gordon gazed at her resolute face<b>, </b><b>his </b><b>heartstrings </b><b>quivering uncontrobly</b>. He <b>should </b><b>have </b>been the calmest <b>person </b>there<b>, </b><b>yet </b>he <b>couldn’t </b><b>still </b><b>his </b><b>pounding </b><b>heart</b>.


    <b>Beverly </b>took a deep <b>breath </b><b>and </b><b>spoke </b>firmly, <b>“</b><b>I </b><b>had </b><b>the </b><b>courage </b><b>to </b><be </b><b>forward </b><b>and </b><b>identify </b>Byron<b>, </b><b>all </b><b>thanks </b>to Ms. Evadne<b>. </b>She <b>patiently </b>waited <b>for </b><b>me</b><b>, </b>guided <b>me</b><b>, and </b>supported us from the shadows. That’s <b>what </b>gave <b>us </b><b>the </b><b>strength </b><b>to </b>take this <b>step</b><b>. </b>To us, Ms. <b>Evadne </b><b>is </b>our savior<b>. </b>If I stood by as she was maligned and <b>didn’t </b>defend her<b>, </b>what kind <b>of </b><b>person </b>would <b>I </b><b>be</b><b>? </b>Would I <b>still </b><b>have </b><b>a </b>conscience<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    As she <b>spoke</b><b>, </b>her <b>voice </b>broke with emotion.


    The scene<b>, </b>once chaotic<b>, </b><b>was </b><b>now </b>eerily <b>silent</b>, <b>as </b><b>if </b>time had stopped.


    Perhaps <b>no </b><b>one </b>expected <b>that </b>this young victim Beverly, having suffered greatly <b>in </b>b*dy and spirit, cornered by the media right <b>after </b>giving her statement, would be at her <b>most </b>vulnerable.


    Yet, when someone insulted her benefactor, she dared to <b>face </b>them with an open heart, brimming with strength and resolve<b>, </b>just to speak <b>a </b>word <b>of </b>truth for Evadne.


    Such purity and integrity were truly admirable.


    <b>And </b>Evadne, who withstood immense pressure to defend her dignity, was she really the same woman vilified online as a hypocrite<b>? </b>


    Watching Beverly being safely escorted away by Gordon, Evadne finally allowed herself to cry, tears streaming down her face as she buried herself in Thaddeus’s arms<b>, </b>sobbing silently.


    Without a word, Thaddeusforted her gently, his patience evident.


    Indeed, there was no need to care about the irrelevant opinions of strangers.


    These girls understood her, and he understood her, and that was all that mattered.


    The evidence was conclusive, the victims had reported the crime, and that murderer told the whole story about Byron instructing himself to kill.


    The police had formally detained Byron on charges of rape and premeditated murder.


    From this point on, he was no longer merely cooperating, with the investigation, nor just a suspect, but a convicted criminal.


    The earth–shattering fall from grace nearly drove Byron to the brink of madness. In the holding cell, he howled like a mad dog, mming against the door and thrashing on the floor, his outbursts escting into a physical conflict with the officers.


    Thus, his rap sheet grew by one more charge, assaulting an officer.


    “I’ve been framed. Damn it! I just raped a few girls. I didn’t kill anyone. I’m innocent.” Byron’s bloodshot eyes bulged as he smacked the iron door in a frenzy.


    That wasn’t enough for him. Feeling his handscking strength, he even yanked off his prosthetic left leg and began hammering it against the door panel.


    them got off easy.”


    “Every crook that gets thrown in here ims they’ve been wronged. And what happens? As if any of th


    The officer red at Byron whose face gaunt and yellowed from stress, his beard unkempt, and spat with disgust, “Repulsive! The Chambers family, every single one of them, is nothing but a scourge on society. If only our country castrated rapists, your thing would be chopped off and tossed into the septic tank.”


    Byron’s eyes, red and swollen, looked as though they might pop out of their sockets as he continued to scream, “I didn’t kill anyone. I’ve been framed. I’m going to sue. I need awyer.”


    Two dayster.


    Byron didn’t get thewyer he was moring for. Instead, he got a visit from Matthew.
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