His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 797 Jareth's brooding gaze was obscured by his lowered eyelashes as his firm fingertips spun the executive pen that had signed off on the empire's destiny.

The assembled company directors cast sidelong glances at the disruptive woman, shaking their heads with a glint of scorn in their eyes.

"Edith went missing on her way to the hospital, and she still hasn't been found! It must have been you who took her!" She stormed up to Jareth, pounding her fists on the table with a force that left the directors unacknowledged, "Jareth! Giveback my daughter! If you don't return her to me, I'll call a shareholders' meeting and have you ousted from Fairhaven Group! Giveback Edith!" Jareth's pen paused mid-twirl, but he did not lift his eyes to face the "amiable" mother.

"Mrs. Fairhaven, what on earth are you doing?" A director, unable to watch in silence any longer, interjected, "Ms. Fairhaven's disappearance could very well be her own doing; maybe she fled when the police were distracted. You should be taking this up with the authorities, not here." "Exactly, we're in the middle of a board meeting. It's really not appropriate to bring personal matters to the table; it damages the reputation of the Fairhaven Group." "Personal matters?" The woman's eyes bulged with incredulity, as if she was on the verge of launching herself into a frenzied attack, "Are those even human words you're speaking?! Did you crawl out from under a rock? Would you be spouting such nonsense if it were your child missing?!" The directors fell silent, their tongues tied. They thought of her, the person who had never been this unhinged even when Mr. Fairhaven was alive; widowhood at a young age must have driven her half-mad.

Jareth, the subject of the , finally spoke with a calm air, "That will be all for today. Meeting adjourned." "Yes, Mr. Fairhaven!" The attendees rose, eager to escape the .

And like a nail hammered into place, the uniform address of "Mr. Fairhaven" served to highlight the woman's earlier outburst, painting her as nothing more than a powerless, raging buffoon.

The boardroom emptied, leaving behind a cold silence.

"Jareth, did you have Edith kidnapped? Where did you take her?!" She demanded, nearly bursting with fury. "Filth belongs in the trash," Jareth replied with a chilling indifference, his eyes deep as the abyss.

"Giveback Edith! She's my flesh and blood!" The woman was hysterical, "You've castaside as your mom, but Edith is all I have left. Give her back to me!" Jareth silently watched her unravel.

This mother, who knew only how to indulge her daughter and not how to discipline, had lived a life of meekness and vulnerability. But now, she reared up, bristling with all the spines she could muster to protect a viper as dangerous as they come.

She claimed Edith was her flesh and blood. She seemed to forget that he, too, was her flesh and blood.

She forgot that when her husband passed away prematurely, it was he who at a tender age, shouldered the burdens of family, ensuring that she and her daughter were not trampled upon, that they lived with dignity within the Fairhaven family. Seeing Jareth's unresponsive demeanor, she finally showed her true colors, her threat bared, "You won't comply? Fine, then I'll go to the police! I'll expose to the media all your misdeeds, the beatings, the kidnapping of your own sister! I'll have the court of public opinion condemn you, see you ruined!" Jareth tossed his phone onto the table, and a video played on the screen, filling the room with the chilling sounds of cries and pleas for mercy.

Mrs. Fairhaven watched in horror as her daughter was violated by three men. Her heart was shredded bloodily as she clutched her head, tearing at her hair, bouncing and screaming.

"My daughter!" "She's not your daughter; she's the poison you've nurtured." Jareth raised his hand and switched off the video with a flick of his finger, his pale lips slightly curling into an icy smirk, "You've failed to raise your daughter properly, so this cruel world will have to teach her its lessons. Mrs. Fairhaven, I know you must be devastated. She is your flesh and blood, after all. Cry if you must. Because you'll never see her again." Mrs. Fairhaven's sanity crumbled completely. She laughed through her tears, muttering curses, her legs giving out beneath her. Dean had to call two security guards to carry her out.

"Mr. Fairhaven, I've arranged for her to take your private elevator directly to the VIP parking lot to ensure she won't run into anyone," Dean was still irked by her earlier unreasonable disruptions.

"No need, let her take the main entrance." Jareth stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, his back at Dean, his impassive tall silhouette looming large, "She entered the Fairhaven Group building through the front door with dignity, so let her leave the sway, for all to see." Dean caught on immediately.

Mr. Fairhaven wanted the whole of the Fairhaven Group, the whole world, to know that Mrs. Fairhaven had lost her mind. Anyone who gave credence to the words of a madwoman was just as insane.

"Did you get all of that on tape, the scene in the boardroom earlier?" Jareth's voice was detached.

Dean nodded, "Recorded everything."

"Arrange for a reputable psychiatric institution to issue a diagnosis; then send someone to take her into their En care." "Yes, Mr. Fairhaven," Dean smirked slightly.

With the diagnosis in hand, proving Mrs. Fairhaven's mental instability, Jareth, as her eldest son, would take N over the guardianship of her and all her assets. The shares she held would naturally fall into his hands.

"Moreover, I just got word that Edith has been stashed onto a smuggler's vessel, a veritable ghost ship. In five days, she'll be touching down in T-Land. What do we..." "Let her fend for herself." Jareth closed his eyes wearily, taking a deep breath, "I can't be bothered to waste my wits on such trash anymore." Dean exhaled a heavy sigh, "Yeah, she's just not worth it." "Dean, do you think I've becmonstrous?" Jareth stood there, a mere shadow of himself, presenting a sight that tugged at the heartstrings.

"Not at all. You're the knight in shining armor. You're just making the wicked pay their dues." "He who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not beca monster." Just then, the cell phone rang. Seeing that it was Thaddeus calling, Jareth steadied himself and answered.

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