His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 169

Inside the main hall on the first floor.

Cassius, Arnold, and Aaron, all dressed up formally, along with their wives, were already welcoming Jeff and his second son, Byron Chambers.

"Cassius, Arnold! You guys are getting more and more handsome. No, I got it wrong, I should call you President Ashbourne and Prosecutor Arnold, right? Oh! Is this Suri's little boy? Wow! The last time I saw him he was just a naughty, cute little boy, now he's just so dashing. He's a talent at first sight. Where do you work now?"

Chairman of the Chambers Group, Jeff, approached each of them warmly and greeted them with a handshake.

"I'm a police officer now, working in the Criminal Police Department." Aaron replied with a smile.

"You're a cop?" Jeff seemed surprised, his eyes flickering.

In the eyes of this business tycoon, a cop was the lowest level of a civil servant with low income and dangerous, doing all the dirty and tiring work. Most importantly, the opportunities for promotion were slim. He could at most become a senior officer, and that was where his career ended. It was far less valuable than taking over the family business.

"My son is not so exceptional, sorry for the joke." Suri showed a hint of embarrassment, her youngest son's occupation had always been her concern.

After all, she came from the highest background of the three wives, although she had no intention of fighting for power and dividing the Ashbourne Group, she had a strong sense of family honor from a young age due to her original family, so naturally she hoped that her children were all outstanding and had very strict requirements on them.

But Aaron was not so ambitious, insisting on being a criminal policeman, not following the path she arranged for him, which really gave her a headache.

"Suri, you're being too modest!" Aviana, outspoken, stepped forward and patted Aaron proudly on the shoulder, "Where is Aaron not outstanding? At only 27, he has already made first-class merits, three second-class merits, and solved several major cases. He's the pride of our city police department!"

"Not only that, he is now the captain of the Criminal Police Department, and the youngest captain in their bureau's history, Mr. Jeff." Arnold didn't want the Chambers family to look down on his excellent younger brother and also helped to speak up.

"That's really promising!" Jeff had to laugh along.

Aaron, hearing his family praise him like this, was happier than when he was awarded. He smiled shyly and scratched his head.

"Jeff!" Emeric walked up to them accompanied by Myra and Mr. Dylan, his eyes full of mischief, "It's been so long since you came to see me. I thought you were sick and went abroad for treatment, afraid to see me."

"You have the nerve to say that!" Jeff strode forward, feigning anger, "Two months ago I called you to go horse riding. You said you had something else and couldn't make it, right? In the past, whenever I mentioned horse riding, you would get excited. No matter what the weather, you would go with me. I was wondering if it was because you're getting old and having trouble moving, having difficulties getting on the horse, so you didn't go with me, afraid I would laugh at you?"

"You're overthinking, I'm in great shape!"

Emeric smiled. Although he was already sixty, his smile was still full of confidence, "When we both are old and in a nursing home, I'll definitely be the one pushing your wheelchair! Just wait and see!"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh when they saw the two brothers arguing as soon as they met, just like before.

Tonight, Mr. Jeff was wearing a very refined, proper suit, a charcoal grey jacket with a silver white tie, looking very energetic.

But, unexpectedly, Emeric broke the norm and wore a snow-white silk long gown, the delicate dark pattern embroidery appeared very luxurious, yet casual. His hair on both sides was not white. His figure was upright, just like twenty years ago. It was really enviable!

Jeff and Emeric were both men who paid great attention to their appearance. They started caring about their clothes and skin care when they were young. This had been going on for more than twenty years, as if they wanted to push each other into the grave.

"Mr. Emeric, hello." Byron approached and greeted Emeric politely.