His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 937

Harvey stared at the body sprawled in a pool of blood, his whole body drenched in cold sweat, a lingering fear gripping his heart:

"You've only been back a few days, and someone's already taken a shot at you. What are we going to do now?"

"Don't worry, before I bite the dust, I'll make sure to drag those backstabbing, ambitious little devils down to hell with me..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Avery paused, his gaze darkening, deep, and endless.

Unconsciously, he had used the word "hell," as if it were a prophecy.

Could it be that he, too, felt that with his hands stained in blood, filled with sins, he deserved nothing but hell after death?

In the chilling silence, Avery's phone rang.

Turning his back to Harvey and his men, he faced the haunting moon outside the window and picked up the call, pressing the phone to his ear.

"Speak."

"Mr. Chambers, the situation back home is... very much against you."

The informant's tone was heavy, as if Avery's downfall was inevitable.

"It's already this bad, how much worse could it get? Just spit it out." Avery coughed a few times, his face pale and devoid of any color.

"The prosecutors have raided the entire Chambers Group. Now, Mr. West and the CFO have been taken in for questioning. They were never truly loyal, just driven by their own interests. Seeing your decline, it won't be long before they spill everything they know."

"You said it yourself, they were never my confidants... just puppets. The core of the Chambers Group, they've never touched, so they can't reveal much."

Avery's coughing became severe, prompting Harvey to step forward and offer him a handkerchief.

Taking it, Avery covered his mouth, his cough so violent it seemed his insides were shaking, then handed the handkerchief back to Harvey.

Harvey took it, glanced at it, and his pupils shrank in shock and fear!

In the center of the once-white handkerchief was a stark patch of blood!