His Ex wife is a billionaire Chapter 444
His Ex wife is a billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) Novel Full Episode
Chapter 444
Ella and Jack stood facing each other in silence, but the air was thick with a syrupy sweetness that everyone in the room could feel.
Love didnât need a grand declaration; their tender gazes and subtle gestures said it all.
Jeff furrowed his brow, glancing at his companion Emeric, whose expression also betrayed a hint of gloom:
âAlright, alright, I canât tell you what to do. Toss your money around as you please,â Evadne said, turning away to hide her smile.
Avery was left stewing on the sidelines, a tempest of anger brewing in his chest.
Thaddeus noticed Averyâs face grow paler by the second, his features twisting into a sinister sneer, reminiscent of a devil waiting to devour his prey.
Thaddeus felt no thrill of victory. On the contrary, he feared the man might be concocting some vile scheme in the shadows. His only concern was keeping Evadne safe.
Instinctively, he moved to stand protectively behind Evadne, like a silent, imposing mountain, offering his unwavering support.
The big shots began placing their bets. Jareth didnât go for the Abernathy Groupâs horse nor the Ashbourne familyâs steed. Instead, he followed Marillaâs advice and chose a radiant white horse, albeit not the most outstanding contender.
His reasoning? It looked good.
After all, girls donât differ much when it comes to picking horses or cars. Itâs not about horsepower or performance. Itâs about the aesthetics!
Jareth was in high spirits, waving his hand and betting a cool two million on horse number fourteen as easily as flicking away twenty thousand jellybeans. All he cared about was making his darling wife happy.
âMr. Morris, would you care to place a wager?â Frederic asked, standing beside William and his son with a genial smile.
âI am indeed interested, but horse racing isnât just entertainment, itâs also an investment,â William said, scanning the expansive track through his binoculars. âIâm looking for a horse with excellent pedigree and quality. If its owner can take proper care of it and finish first, then I believe their business acumen and strength wonât be lacking.â
Fredericâs brows knitted slightly.
It seemed William was hinting at scouting for new business partners.
The Abernathy Group had already signed a contract with the J Group to build a commercial complex in the nationâs largest city next year, with everything ready to go.
Could it be that William had other business plans in mind, seeking domestic collaboration?
âAs everyone knows, our nationâs flag features a horse. Not only is the horse our national symbol, but equestrian sports are beloved by citizens and nobles alike. Last month, our group decided to partner with your esteemed financial consortium. We plan to establish four luxury equestrianâthemed hotels that combine hospitality and entertainment in both our nations,â William said with a smile.
âWeâve done the market research. This hotel concept isnât new in our country, but there isnât a single one like it in the whole of Elmsworth. If we can introduce this model in cities like Elmsworth, Iâm sure it will attract attention from all quarters. The potential business value is immense,â Ford added proudly, unable to hide his smug grin.
Their conversation was loud enough for all the heavy hitters in attendance to overhear.
Jeff and Barryâs eyes sparkled with unbridled ambition.
Catching a ride with the J Group could mean that Elmsworth would no longer be dominated solely by the Abernathy Group! In the cutthroat world of business, who wouldnât want a piece of the pie?
Fredericâs heart raced with excitement, his fists clenched in anticipation.
Although he resented that William and his son didnât prioritize their existing partnership with the Abernathy Group, choosing instead to cast a wider net, he understood the wisdom of not putting all eggs in one basket.
âSo, Mr. Morris,â Frederic said with a confident smile, âthe Abernathy Group has a strong presence in Elmsworth and other cities with our racecourses. When it comes to equestrian facilities, weâre the most experienced in all of Elmsworth.â
âThatâs a bit of a stretch,â Barry muttered under his breath, scoffing at Fredericâs claim.
âMr. Frederic, your group may have racecourses, but letâs not be too hasty claiming âthe most experienced,â Jeff interjected, unable to stand on the sidelines any longer. âThe Chambers Group is hosting today, and this racecourse is the largest in Elmsworth. Letâs not forget that.â
Frederic remained unfazed. âThatâs only because you built yours later. Back in the day, the Abernathy Group was unmatched.â
Jeff couldnât let that slide, bringing up his close ally, âThe K Group built their own racecourse thirty years ago, not only the biggest in the country at the time but still the only one in Skyrim. Chairman Emeric never boasted about being the best, Mr. Frederic, yet you seem pretty bold using that phrase.â
Emeric was taken aback. âWhat does this have to do with me?â
Fredericâs frustration was palpable, but he kept his cool, biting back the anger rising within him.
Right now, Jeff was tying himself tightly to the Ashbourne family, likely as a move against the Abernathy Group, securing a powerful ally in his corner.
âLook, whatâs the point of just slapping together a race track? Itâs all about the quality of the horses and a solid supply chain. And letâs be real, Kâs got more chops in that department than the Abernathy Group, hands down. Theyâve got thoroughbreds from overseas and a huge stable back in Skyrim. Horse quality? Not even a worry.â
Jeffymade no effort to hide his disdain for the Abernathy Group, his words loaded with barbs.
Especially that last digâit was like poking a bear for Frederic.
âYou know, Mr. Morris, over at the Fairhaven Group, weâve got our own stables, topânotch horses. The one we brought to the derby today, Lucky Number Eight!â Barry stayed on the sidelines, but Gary didnât miss a beat, eager to promote his own.
Landing a deal with the J Group for the Fairhaven Group would skyrocket Garyâs rep within the company and in the old manâs good graces. Taking down Jareth would be like squashing a bug!
That Jareth, clinging to his dimâwitted damsel, might as well spend his life staying with his silly wife!
The tension among the three tycoons, minus Emeric, was thick enough to cut with a knife.
âEvadne, your dadâs got the patience of a saint, all calm and collected, Thaddeus Winded in awe to Evadne.
âIs that olive branch from the J Group tempting you?â Evadneâs eyes danced with mischief as she glanced at her man.
âTempting.â
âIf youâre tempted, you think Emeric can resist?â Evadne elbowed him gently, âOh, him? Heâs just pretending to be aloof. If he was truly above it all, would he have four wives?â
Thaddeus could only laugh at the way she could so casually roast her own father.
âHeâs just too used to being on top, hasnât made a move in years. People either come groveling to him or Cassius does the talking. Heâs too proud to get his hands d*rty anymore,â Evadne said, arms crossed, shaking her head.
âSo, what do we do now?â
Thaddeusâs gaze deepened, his hand finding the small of her back, growing more daring when no one was watching.
He started by gently kneading the spot he adored, then his hand began to drift lower.
âHey!â
To his surprise, her sharp heel came down hard on his toes, a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through him. His custom shoes could be trashed for all he cared; his toes felt like they were on the brink of shattering.
âShow some respect, Mr. Thaddeus.â
Evadne flicked her raven locks, tickling his cheek, sending his heart fluttering, âOr next time, it might be a horseshoe on your foot.â
Lowering his gaze, her suitorâs voice turned husky with restraint, âThen, when we get home, maybe we can?â
âHome talk for home,â Evadne cut him off, her voice firm but her heart in disarray, her lashes fluttering with shyness.
Thaddeus was all but crying inside. Even affection from his ladylove had to be begged for.
Tough life. Who knew!
âGentlemen, your experience with race tracks and horse breeding is impressive, to say the least.â
William was excited, with a plan in mind to test the waters, âHow about a friendly competition in light of the festivities?â
âA competition?â The crowd murmured in surprise.
âI hear youâve all brought horses to compete in the derby. Whether handpicked or homebred, letâs have a race. Whose horse wins the crown will be the J Groupâs partner for our new race track resort project!â
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The announcement sent ripples through the crowd!
It sounded a bit theatrical, but William had his reasons.
First off, the power gap between the four families was marginal, and each had its own strengths within the country. A contest like this would leave no hard feelings among the three not chosen.
Second, he wasnât too keen on partnering with the Abernathy Group again, especially not with Thaddeus.
But considering the Abernathy Groupâs standing in Elmsworth, he couldnât be overt. So, he put them up against three strong contenders.
Evadne frowned at the thought of a horse race.
She was dying to land that race track resort project!
She was always ambitious, never wanting to miss a shot at making money!
Seeing through her thoughts, Thaddeus Winded, âEvadne, didnât you just say Mr. Emericâs Wind is just average? But the horses that my dad and the Fairhaven family brought are worth millions, clearly to show off at this derby. So how sure is your victory? If itâs not a sure bet, Iâll send Gordon right now to fetch a better horse for the race, okay?â
He was her man alright, afraid of her missing out.
âItâs too late for a switch. Besides, Emericâs pride would take a hit if we suggested it. Itâd be like saying we donât believe in him.â
Evadne pondered for a moment, her eyes reflecting deep thought, âNo matter. Itâs not just about the horseâs talent. The jockeyâs skill counts too. A highâperformance car is nothing without a top driver. Our Ashbourne familyâs jockey is a former international champion. Heâs been working with Wind for years. They should outperform.â
Just then, Mr. Dylan rushed in, his expression tense, and made a beeline for Emeric.
âSomething bad happened, Mr. Emeric!â