His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 206

Inside the lavish VIP booth.

Outside, the music was so deafening it could trigger a heart attack.

Inside the room, it was eerily silent.

In the dim light, Jareth was dressed in a sleek black suit, his silk shirt unbuttoned revealing a silver necklace that moved with his steady breathing. His long legs were casually crossed under his trousers, a glass of red wine in his hand.

A drop of red wine trickled down the corner of his mouth. He lazily wiped it away. His demeanor relaxed but his gaze cold and unwelcoming.

In the room, a line of Jareth's men stood in the shadows.

Jareth finished his wine and snapped his fingers.

The crowd of bodyguards dispersed, revealing a man tied up and beaten to a pulp on the floor.

"Mr. Jareth. I was wrong." The man's speech was slurred, his teeth shattered, his words accompanied by drool and blood.

"Your blood's staining my carpet."

Jareth looked at the man with visible disgust, "Do you have any idea how expensive this carpet is? Even if I sold all your organs, you wouldn't be able to compensate for it."

"Mr. Jareth!"

The man crawled towards Jareth, only to be kicked away.

"Mr. Jareth. I've been loyal to you for years. I just made a mistake. It was Gary who threatened me! But he didn't ask me to do anything. just to report on your movements."

Gary was Jareth's uncle.

When Jareth was seven, his father died in a plane crash, leaving them in a difficult situation. Fortunately, his father had transferred all his shares and assets to them beforehand, preventing others from taking advantage of their vulnerability.

Now, the Fairhaven Group was under Barry's control. Even though Jareth was the eldest grandson of the Fairhaven family, the position that should have been his father's was taken by his uncle.

Over time, it became clear that his uncle, who had cried the most at his father's funeral, was deceitful and cunning. He pretended to take care of them, but was actually plotting against Jareth all along.

This was something his frail mother, Mrs. Jareth, and naive sister, Edith, didn't know.

As the head of the family, Jareth bore all the pressure, never confiding even in his best friend, Thaddeus.

"You sure know how to plead," Jareth said, "Do you think I'll show you leniency because you've been with me for so long?"

He let go of his wine glass and it shattered on the floor, his icy gaze making the room feel even colder.

The man kept knocking his head on the plush carpeted floor, begging for mercy.

"You betraying me isn't a big deal. Any successful man is bound to have a few traitors. But where you went wrong was not sticking to your betrayal. You should've stuck to your lie. Then maybe, just maybe, you could've lived a bit longer."

In another corner of the VIP booth, a ludicrous scene was unfolding.

Edith had connected all the cameras in the Sapphire Nights Club to a large screen in their booth, the view following Marilla for their amusement.

The girl was like a deer lost in the woods, panicked and helpless.

Edith and her friends laughed heartily, finding the whole spectacle incredibly amusing.

"She's just as clueless as she was in middle school!" Edith laughed, pointing at the screen, "Has she stopped growing or what?"

Marilla, on the other hand, was frantically searching for her stuffed bear, getting pushed and pulled by drunken patrons, harsh words thrown at her when she managed to dodge their advances.

The whole group laughed, enjoying every moment of it. They found it more entertaining than any comedy show.

Edith, still laughing, turned to one of her friends, "Glynnis, where did you hide her teddy bear?"

Glynnis leaned in and whispered something in Edith's ear, causing her to burst out laughing even more.