His Ex wife is a billionaire Chapter 551

Chapter 551

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what if he is?”

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

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

“Useless? Being with you is a blast, 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 claiming hers deeply.

He used to cringe at public displays of affection, fast–forwarding through movie scenes dripping with romance. Now, he was as

tame as a well–trained hound.

His soul 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 too late.

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

Beverly, revealing her face, was immediately swallowed by a sea of flashing 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 speculation, or do you have any evidence to prove that these are Ms. Evadne’s true thoughts?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

As she spoke, her voice broke with emotion.

The scene, once chaotic, was now eerily silent, as if time had stopped.

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

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

Such purity and integrity were truly admirable.

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

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, sobbing silently.

Without a word, Thaddeus comforted 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, slamming against the door and thrashing on the floor, his outbursts escalating 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 hands lacking 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 claims they’ve been wronged. And what happens? As if any of th

The officer glared 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 a lawyer.”

Two days later.

Byron didn’t get the lawyer he was clamoring for. Instead, he got a visit from Matthew.

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