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His Ex wife is a billionaire Chapter 735

    <b>Chapter 735 </b>


    <b>After </b>a <b>night </b>of reckless indulgence<b>, </b>Glynnis was roused by a waitress in the bathroom of the club. Without <b>even </b><b>a </b>moment <b>to </b>cleanse herself <b>of </b>the night’s debauchery, she slunk out the back door, with her head hung <b>low</b>.


    As she emerged <b>into </b>the daylight, it was already the afternoon of the following day.


    <b>There </b><b>was </b>no way Glynnis could show her face at Windermere Estate in such disarray. So she made a beeline for her perennially reserved luxury suite at the Abernathy Hotel. There, she washed away the grime and the scent <b>of </b>men<b>, </b>while her mind was flickering with vivid memories of the previous night’s fervent encounter with <b>the </b><b>strapping </b>male model.


    <b>Damn</b><b>, </b><b>that </b>was one hell of a ride.


    Too <b>bad </b>she hadn’t snagged his contact details. She definitely wanted a round two when she had the chance!


    After cleaning up and sl*pping into the fresh clothes brought by room service, Glynnis transformed back into <b>the </b>polished Ms. Acacia and called for her driver to take her back to Windermere Estate.


    The moment she stepped through the door,ughter and jovia


    <b>parlor</b>.


    “Are we expecting guests?” Glynnis asked the butler.


    conversation wafted from the direction of the


    <b>“</b><b>Yes</b><b>, </b><b>Miss</b>. <b>The </b>Bartleys havee to visit with their son. Mr. Frederic is chatting with them now.”


    <b>Glynnis </b>was taken aback, realizing that Alston, the fool, was seriously pursuing her sister, just as she had <b>predicted</b><b>. </b>


    <b>She </b><b>quickly </b>tidied her hair and stered on a genteel smile before entering the parlor.


    “<b>Daddy</b><b>, </b><b>I </b>see we’re ying host,” she said as if she had stumbled upon the gathering by chance. “Oh, it’s Mr. <b>and </b><b>Mrs. </b>Bartley<b>, </b>and Alston. Good afternoon, everyone.”


    Frederic <b>subtly </b>scowled at the scent of alcohol on her, but maintained hisposure in front of the guests.


    <b>The </b><b>Bartleys</b><b>, </b><b>who </b><b>wouldn’t </b>give Glynnis <b>the </b>time of day even <b>if </b>their lives depended on <b>it</b><b>, </b>offered her a <b>half</b>–hearted <b>smile </b>and returned <b>to </b>their tea.


    <b>Alston</b><b>, </b><b>the </b><b>coward</b><b>, </b><b>couldn’t </b>even bring himself to meet her eye, putting on an act of <b>the </b>upright and earnest


    suitor<b>. </b>


    It was <b>as </b><b>if </b><b>he </b><b>wasn’t </b><b>the </b>same man who had <b>been </b>caught in a scandalous <b>tryst </b>with Edith just nights before.


    <b>“</b>Mr. Frederic<b>, </b>we’re <b>so </b><b>sorry </b><b>to </b>hear Mari <b>isn’t </b>here today,” Mrs. Bartley chirped. “Alston <b>brought </b>her some <b>gifts </b><b>and </b><b>was </b><b>hoping </b><b>to </b><b>give </b><b>them </b>to her <b>in </b>person.”


    “Our son’s <b>always </b><b>been </b><b>shy </b><b>around girls</b><b>, </b><b>blushing </b><b>at </b><b>the </b>mere sight <b>of </b>them<b>,” </b><b>Mr. </b><b>Bartley </b>added with a <b>chuckle</b>, <b>while </b><b>giving </b><b>his </b><b>son </b>an <b>encouraging </b><b>pat </b><b>on </b><b>the </b>shoulder.


    <b>Glynnis couldn’t </b><b>help </b><b>but </b>let <b>out </b>a <b>snort </b>of <bughter </b><b>– </b>the tension in <b>the </b><b>room </b>was <b>palpable</b>.


    <b>The </b>Bartleys‘ smiles <b>froze</b><b>, </b><b>and </b><b>Alston </b><b>felt </b><b>his </b>forehead <b>beaded </b><b>with </b><b>sweat</b><b>, </b>fearing Glynnis would expose <b>his </b>


    secrets.


    “<b>Daddy</b>, I <b>can </b>attest <b>that </b>Mr. and <b>Mrs. </b>Bartley <b>aren’t </b>just <b>boasting</b>. Alston <b>and </b>I <b>went </b><b>to </b><b>the </b>same <b>school</b><b>, </b><b>and </b><b>he </b>truly is a <b>diligent </b><b>and </b><b>honest </b><b>man</b><b>.” </b>


    <b>She </b>gave Alston <b>a </b>knowing <b>look</b>, whose <b>face </b><b>had </b>turned ashen, <b>“</b><b>Alston </b>and Mari <b>would </b>make a <b>perfect </b>match. <b>He’d </b><b>be </b><b>an </b>ideal son<b>–</b><b>in</b>w for the <b>Abernathy- </b><b>they’re </b>well–<b>matched </b><b>in </b>every <b>way</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>


    <b>Frederic’s </b>expression darkened at her <b>words</b>.


    $10


    <b>Having </b><b>overstayed </b><b>their </b>wee<b>, </b><b>the </b>Bartleys <b>quickly </b><b>took </b><b>their </b><b>leave</b><b>. </b><b>“</b><b>Mr. </b><b>Frederic</b><b>, </b><b>once </b>Mari is <b>back</b>, let’s


    Chapter <b>735 </b>


    <b>set </b>another date <b>for </b><b>the </b>kids to meet,” <b>Mrs. </b><b>Bartley </b>insisted<b>, </b><b>eager </b>to <b>secure </b><b>the </b>union.


    Frederic coughed ufortably, “As you’ve seen in the news, my daughter’s mental <b>state</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>


    <b>“</b><b>Oh</b><b>, </b>Mr. <b>Frederic</b>, our visit shows that we don’t mind Mari’s condition in the slightest. We don’t care <b>at </b><b>all</b><b>,” </b>Mr. <b>Bartley </b><b>interjected </b>with a <b>hearty </bugh. “Alston’s been smitten with Mari since their school days, and after <b>seeing </b><b>her </b><b>at the </b>Chambers Group g, he’s been head over heels. The concerns you have are <b>non</b>–issues for the Bartleys!”


    Mrs. Bartley added, <b>“</b>In fact, our Alston and your Mari are practically childhood sweethearts!”


    <b>A </b>cold smirk twisted inside Glynnis.


    <b>Childhood </b>sweethearts, indeed, but <b>not </b>with Mari.


    Frederic seemed somewhat relieved by their words.


    After leaving Windermere Estate, the Bartleys settled into their luxury car,,with the couple sitting on one side and Alston facing them.


    <b>“</b><b>It </b>seems Mr. Frederic has a good impression of you,” Mr. Bartley said, rxing into his seat. “You’re right. Although <b>that </b>girl isn’t worthy of you, marrying her could benefit my campaign. And if you be Frederic’s son<b>–</b>inw<b>, </b>your political career will skyrocket.”


    <b>Alston </b>remained stoic, his eyes filled with resentment.


    <b>Mr. </b>Bartley sneered at his son’s dejected demeanor. “The girl has her issues, but that’s an advantage. She won’t <b>be </b>able <b>to </b>cause trouble in the Bartley family. In a few years, if her condition worsens, you’ll be her primary <b>guardian</b><b>, </b>and the Abernathy fortune will be at your disposal.”


    <b>“</b><b>Son</b><b>, </b>your father’s political future hinges on you,” Mrs. Bartley said, her eyes gleaming with ambition.


    Alston looked <b>out </b>the window; recalling Edith’s instructions, he felt his heart sank into darkness.


    <b>After </b><b>the </b>Bartleys had left<b>, </b>Glynnis, who felt like her bones were about to fall apart from the pranks, was about <b>to </b><b>head </b>upstairs for some rest when her father, Frederic<b>, </b>called out to her.


    “How <b>did </b>you know they were here to discuss a marriage alliance with me?”


    His question caught Glynnis off guard, leaving <b>her </b>momentarily speechless.


    <b>After </b><b>a </b><b>frantic </b><b>mental </b>scramble, she stuttered out, “Ah, I saw how eager the Bartleys were, bringing their son <b>over </b><b>and </b>showering Mari with gifts. It was obvious they were looking to tie the knot. Dad, <b>are </b>you really <b>nning </b><b>to </b>marry <b>Mari </b>off to Mr. Bartley?”


    Frederic’s <b>hawk</b><b>–</b><b>like </b><b>eyes </b>narrowed, his enigmatic gaze flickering ominously.


    “At <b>this </b><b>point</b><b>, </b><b>Mari </b><b>and Jareth </b>are <b>definitely </b>off the table. My daughter, Mari, <b>won’t </b>be left hanging <b>on </b>that <b>one </b><b>branch</b>.”


    <b>At </b><b>his </b><b>words</b><b>, </b>a <b>wicked </b><b>smile curled </b><b>wildly </b><b>at </b>the <b>corners </b>of <b>Glynnis</b>‘ <b>mouth</b>.


    “But I <b>wonder </b>who <b>could </b><b>be </b>in <b>cahoots with </b><b>the </b>Fairhaven <b>group </b><b>to </b>frame my daughter<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    <b>Frederic </b>clenched <b>his </b>teeth <b>in </b><b>rage</b><b>, </b><b>“</b><b>I </b><b>despise </b>backstabbers <b>the </b><b>most</b><b>. </b><b>If </b>I find <b>out </b>who <b>it </b><b>is</b><b>, </b>I’ll make <b>sure </b><b>they </b><b>beg </b>for mercy<b>, </b><b>living </b><b>or </b><b>dead</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>


    Her smugnesssted <b>but a fleeting </b><b>moment </b><b>before </b><b>Glynnis</b><b>‘ </b><b>breath </b>hitched<b>, </b><b>her heart </b><b>leaping </b><b>to </b><b>her </b><b>throat</b>!


    Just <b>then</b>,manding footsteps were <b>heard </b>outside the living <b>room</b>.


    <b>Thaddeus </b><b>walked </b><b>in</b><b>, </b><b>followed </b><b>by </b><b>Mr. </b><b>Murray </b>and <b>Hamilton </b>in his <b>wheelchair</b><b>. </b>


    <b>The </b><b>man </b>stared <b>unblinkingly at </b><b>Glynnis</b><b>‘ </b>tense face, but <b>his </b><b>words </b>were <b>directed at </b>Frederic.


    <b>Indeed</b><b>, </b>it seems <b>we have </b>a <b>rare </b><b>instance </b>of <b>seeing </b><b>eye </b><b>to </b><b>eye </b><b>this </b><b>time</b>.
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