His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 453

Chapter 453 

The Ashbourne family was seething with anger, on the verge of eruption, but one among them was even more incensed. 

Thaddeus’s brawny arms tensed like a fully drawn bow, his eyes bloodshot, and his large iron–like fists clenched in cold fury, ready to charge at Gary and teach him a lesson. Just then, a soft and delicate hand enveloped his bulging, veiny fist at the right moment. 

“Thaddeus, don’t.” 

His breath hitched as he met Evadne’s bright star–like eyes. It was as if his whole being had plunged into the crisp clarity of a mountain spring, calming him down gradually. 

Evadne stepped forward, a haughty smile playing on her l*ps, “Gary, when Thaddeus gets down to business, you can rest assured. He won’t let any wrongdoers off the hook, nor will he wrongfully accuse the innocent.” 

Her words were a clear jab at the Fairhaven group! 

“As for the Duke’s accusations, saying Thaddeus is just following my lead to smear and frame your Fairhaven family. Ha! In this day and age when surveillance is everywhere, if I really wanted to frame someone, wouldn’t I leave behind some trace? Would there be no clues pointing to you, and I’d just randomly pick on one of your people as the culprit? You keep insisting that I hold a grudge against Ms. Edith Fairhaven; then why wasn’t it your Fairhaven family’s horse that got injured? Why wasn’t she the one in harm’s way? Am I supposed to hurt myself to amuse your whole family?” 

Evadne’s speech was indeed rousing. Everyone around couldn’t help but nod in agreement, even Mrs. Fairhaven subconsciously thought there was some sense in her words! 

“You impudent girl.” Barry was so choked up his eyebrows quivered with rage. 

Evadne’s eyes were cold and defiant, her gaze sharp, and her l*ps curled into a mocking smile, “Let me be blunt, and I don’t care if it’s unpleasant to hear. If I really wanted to harm Ms. Edith Fairhaven, I wouldn’t have waited until today. I have no virtues, but I’m known for being ruthless. 

Framing someone is so boring. If it were me, whatever fate befalls my horse, she’d have to face the same!” 

The crowd gasped. Ms. Ashbourne was truly hardcore! 

“Evadne! You’re outrageous! How can you harbor such malicious thoughts?!” Mrs. Fairhaven, already frail, was so infuriated she clutched her chest, struggling to catch her breath. 

“Mom, please don’t get upset; you can’t take it,” Edith quickly supported her mother, her face a picture of grievance, but her eyes shot a venomous glance at Evadne. 

“Malicious? Mrs. Fairhaven, do you think it’s appropriate for you to say that?” 

Myra’s expression was serious, her usually gentle voice chilling, calm but undeniably intimidating, “Evadne was merely speaking hypothetically, but your daughter dared to act. Before the horse racing event began, the incident with Ms. Fairhaven slapping herself and trying to frame Evadne is still trending online. Have you forgotten? We remember it clearly. Who’s truly malicious and who’s started the provocation? Don’t you know it deep down?” 

The mother and daughter from the Fairhaven family looked flushed in embarrassment and then pale in fury, unable to formulate a defense. 

Emeric watched Myra’s dignified profile, surprise flickering in his eyes and eyebrows arching slightly. Myra, after more than two decades by his side, had always been gentle and reserved, timid and weak. To see her displaying such a formidable presence was unprecedented. 

That’s right, he thought, that’s how it should be. It’s time the world see that no one in the Ashbourne family is to be trifled with. 

“Hmph! Ms. Ashbourne’s verbal finesse is truly remarkable; for every word I say, you have a myriad in response. The education of the Ashbourne family is truly astonishing!” 

Gary, as Barry’s mouthpiece, was determined to bite back at every opportunity, playing the role of a seemingly loyal hound, “But no matter how eloquent you are, Ms. Ashbourne, it doesn’t change the facts! That is, you have slandered the innocence of our Fairhaven family and damaged our reputation, and we will not let this go!” 

“Ms. Ashbourne, you’re already the champion of the horse racing competition; what more could you possibly want?” 

Barry, unable to contain himself, sneered darkly, “Do you have to dirty our Fairhaven Group to elevate your own status, so that nob*dy can stand in your way of collaborating with Mr. William Morris, and only then will you be content and at ease?” 

Evadne remained composed, but William’s face showed a complex mix of emotions. Clearly, he had been swayed by the Fairhaven family’s words. 

Suddenly, almost simultaneously, everyone’s phones began to ring. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, aren’t you curious about the content of the notifications you’ve just received?” Thaddeus’s deep–set eyes narrowed slightly, radiating a chilling playfulness. 

Confused looks were exchanged as people took out their phones to check. Even Evadne was extremely curious and took out hers. 

The next second, her eyes widened in shock and her heart raced. A grand event like the horse racing competition would undoubtedly be live–streamed. So the footage of Evadne’s fall at the finish line had spread quickly online. 

Netizens were concerned about Evadne’s injuries, assuming it was an unfortunate accident, and no one suspected any foul play. But the video that had silently appeared online gave everyone a massive “surprise“! 

“W–What is this?!” Barry, his vision failing him, did not immediately grasp what was happening. But the faces of the other members of the Fairhaven family resembled a war–ravaged wasteland, fazed, and in disarray! 

Edith, the instigator, took a sharp intake of breath, her hand trembling, and the phone dropped to the ground with a clatter! 

Although the video was shaky, it was still unmistakably clear. The video circulating online showed Duke, looking around furtively, sneaking into the horse stables. 

Then he whipped out a switchblade, slashing a quick, deep line across Wind’s left flank before slinking away from the stable like a shadow retreating into 

the night. 

Clear as day, Duke’s face was plastered across the video feed, the camera angle squarely framing the front of the stable. The evidence was irrefutable; he was caught red–handed! 

“Ha, Mr. Barry, Mr. Gary, got anything to say for yourselves now?” Cassius’s eyes flared with a bloodthirsty crimson, watching Wind suffer at the hands of a villain. 

Moments ago, he had managed to keep a lid on his emotions for the greater good. But witnessing the savage cut on Wind’s beautiful, muscular leg, the visual and psychological assault was too much, stirring the demon within him. 

Cassius itched to draw his own cross pendant blade, grab that bastard by the hair, and slash his throat wide open! Barry and Gary’s faces twisted as if they’d swallowed live cockroaches. As bold and brash as they were minutes ago, they were now equally mortified. They couldn’t possibly claim the man in the video was a digital fake. No one was born yesterday! 

Gordon chuckled dryly, shoving the screen right up to Duke’s face. When Duke saw the video, capturing his every move during the crime, his face fell, shaking his head in disbelief, muttering, “Impossible, there were no cameras, how could this.” 

“Of course, we had convincing evidence to nab you. Mr. Thaddeus Abernathy is renowned for his wisdom and wit, never picking a battle he’s not sure to win, never letting the likes of you get the upper hand,” Gordon gloated at Duke’s dumbstruck expression. 

Only then did Barry and Gary snap out of their daze. Thaddeus had held onto the video until now just to watch them squirm, bluster, and make fools of themselves before him. And the more blustering and vicious they had been, the more painful the slap of truth would sting! 

Evadne gazed at the strikingly handsome man with a relieved smile, her heart finally settling after the turmoil. She should have known. Thaddeus was never one for recklessness; he was a confidante for secrets, a comrade–in–arms, a lover for life. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, including Duke himself, you must be curious. How did we get such a perfectly angled video from a supposed blind spot?” 

Thaddeus shot Gordon a glance, and Gordon momentarily stepped out. Soon after, he ushered in a man in riding attire, another competitor in the equestrian event. 

“Mr. Thaddeus Abernathy,” the jockey greeted with a respectful bow. 

“Sorry to trouble you to come explain in person, but your testimony is crucial to me. Please understand,” Thaddeus said courteously, absent of any high–and–mighty CEO air. 

The jockey, flattered, nodded vigorously, turning a serious gaze to the crowd. 

“I’m a jockey for L Group. When our horses were stabled, they were placed opposite the K Group’s space. Our boss has an unusual hobby; he likes observing the horses‘ daily lives from their point of view. So, he fitted micro cameras into the headgear of every racehorse we own. Especially today, for such a significant event, he upgraded them to high–definition cameras for monitoring the surroundings, fearing any harm might come to his beloved steeds.”