His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 615

Chapter 615 

Marilla’s heart pounded with the ferocity of a drum in the night, her rosy cheeks draining to a chalky white, as if she were a frightened bird trembling on a limb, buffeted by an unseen storm. 

She pursed her lips and instinctively let go of Jareth’s hand. 

Jareth’s breathing hitched, his grip tightening almost imperiously, her fingers starved of circulation! 

“What’s it to you? Is it any of your business?” 

Jareth’s sharp brows arched, his piercing gaze skewering Glynnis, who wore a poorly concealed smirk, “I never knew you to be such a traditional lady, Glynnis. Quite the departure from your usual liberation.” 

Glynnis‘ heart skipped a beat, her face ashen, “What are you blabbering about?” 

Whether I’m blabbering or not, step outside of Windermere Estate, ask around the Elmsworth socialites, and they’ll tell you all about your wild escapades and reputation, clear as day.” 

Jareth’s lips curled with a sinister slowness, “I’ve got a few buddies who’ve had their share of fun with you. If you’ve forgotten, I can jog your memory with their names. Who knows, maybe Mr. Frederic has heard a tale or two.” 

Frederic’s jaw clenched, his eyes ablaze with suppressed fury, glaring at his wayward daughter. 

“Dad, it’s not like that. He’s slandering me! He’s bullying me!” 

Glynnis‘ forehead beaded with cold sweat, almost missing a step and tumbling down the stairs! 

Her infamous escapades in Elmsworth’s nightlife had earned her a less–than–savory reputation long ago. 

She’d always played the role of the pure and obedient daughter in front of Frederic, but now, the facade she’d so painstakingly maintained was being ripped away by Jareth, leaving her in utter panic. 

Frederic momentarily ignored Glynnis, his attention returning to his younger daughter. 

“Marilla, come here.” 

His command was brief but loaded with an unmistakable threat. 

“Daddy.” Marilla’s voice was meek, her feet rooted in hesitation. 

Frederic’s gaze darkened, his command irrefutable, “Come here.” 

Õ རྫ âརྗ Ê  ཻ ཚ བཻ ༴ ཝཿཤྩ རྫེད ཚོ གཽ འའྀ « ཧི རྗེ 

“Mr. Frederic, my visit today concerns a matter of great importance I wish to discuss with you,” Jareth said, his eyes burning with 

earnestness. 

“Whatever you have to say, Mr. Jareth, say it here,” Frederic looked down upon him, not even bothering to offer a seat. “But make it quick, don’t delay our dinner.” 

His demeanor was not just dismissive but scornful. 

Glynnis, hidden behind her father, snickered with vindictive satisfaction. 

Remembering how Jareth had confronted her esteemed father at the William and Son’s party, taking a stand against the entire Abernathy Group, she relished the fact that the story had spread like wildfire through Elmsworth’s elite circles. 

A man’s pride was his currency. 

Jareth had once cost Frederic his dignity, so it was only fitting that his own pride was being trampled. 

“Mr. Frederic, I am here to formally ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.” 

Ignoring Frederic’s mockery, Jareth took a deep breath, his grip on the girl’s hand trembling with nerves, “I love Marilla, and ! intend to marry no other. I will ensure she is the happiest woman in the world.” 

With that, he turned to look at his beloved, his eyes brimming with deep, unspoken emotion, “Please give me your blessing to marry Marilla.” 

Marilla’s cheeks bloomed with a shy blush, her heart awash with warmth. 

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Glynnis gnashed her teeth, watching their display of affection with venomous envy, her face contorted as if she were about to reveal her true nature, transforming into a creature of jealousy. 

“Ha.” 

Frederic let out a scornful laugh, “Mr. Jareth, you’re hardly in a position to stand before me, let alone ask for my daughter’s hand. You made your feelings quite clear at the last gathering, severing ties with the Abernathy family. You seemed rather taken with 

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the Ashbourne family heiress–perhaps you should be seeking marriage with them, not us. But I do wonder what Thaddeus 

would think of this.” 

Jareth’s veins pulsed at his temples, each word a dagger to his hopeful heart, his fury and indignation straining his restraint. 

Frederic insulted him. 

He also dragged Thaddeus and Evadne into it was a bridge too far, an attack he could not ignore. His clenched fists were like boulders wrapped in ivy, ready to explode.