His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 867

The wind howled across the rooftop, transforming in an instant into invisible blades, darting and weaving between them like scenes from an action-packed movie!

"Of course," Wayne's voice was low, sparing with his words.

Years in public service had taught him the art of saying just enough - too much talk led to mistakes. Especially since he was well aware that the woman before him was no ordinary person; she possessed a bravery and wit not inferior to any man's!

After all, she was the woman Mr. Chambers loved deeply.

"In that case, Director-General Wayne and I share the same goals. We shouldn't be adversaries but rather comrades-in-arms," Evadne's eyes curved into a smile, light and unwearied.

"Ms. Ashbourne, I don't see any reason for us to stand together in battle."

A cold ripple flickered in Wayne's eyes, "You're a high-flying tycoon, and I'm a servant of the people. Our paths should not cross. But regardless, I'm grateful to you for saving my wife. I'll repay this debt some day. If not in this life, then in the next."

Evadne's brows knitted tightly.

"I need to get back to my wife. Excuse me," Wayne's expression was impassive as he turned to leave, but at that moment, Evadne's voice cut through the cold air.

"Director-General Wayne, you constantly claim to be a servant of the people, but why do your actions diverge from their needs?"

Wayne paused but didn't turn around.

"I know the person backing you is Avery," Evadne's eyes shone with a chilling light, her hair whipping about in the wind.

The man's pupils contracted sharply, "Ms. Ashbourne, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm not threatening you. Your right and wrong will be judged by the people, by the law, not me."

Evadne didn't fear revealing her hand; instead, she got straight to the point, "I'm here to tell you, allying with Avery is digging your own grave, playing with fire. Even if you're willing to risk your own life, what about Mrs. Jones?

You're doing all this for her; don't you care about her safety? Avery wouldn't hesitate to betray or kill his own kin. To him, you're not a friend, just a disposable pawn. The moment you're no longer useful, he could easily silence you. What he’s promised to you won’t fulfill, and your family won't be spared either. My family and the Chambers family go way back. I've clashed with him enough times to know his schemes. Who could understand him better than I do?"

Despite her earnest advice, Wayne remained unmoved.

Evadne suddenly felt that this man before her, more than his wife, was beyond remedy. He was completely under Snakey Avery's control, brainwashed!

As Wayne approached the door, Evadne's sharp voice rang out again.

"Everything you're doing is for a new drug to be developed, to cure your wife's illness! But have you ever considered, what if this new drug is a complete scam? It’s impossible to have this kind of medicine created.

If it could be developed, why hasn't the government-supported Bright Group made any progress after all these years? Is it because they lack data or samples? This project was doomed from the start! At least, that's how it seems now!"

Though Wayne didn't turn, his rigid back tensed further.

Evadne's eyes darkened, revealing her final card. She pulled out a prepared medical report from her blazer and unfolded it in front of him.

"This is the report on the new drug. It has no definitive effect on Alzheimer's disease; at best, it's a psychoactive suppressant with a high risk of addiction!

Do you think the Bright Group couldn't have developed this? If it were so easy, this drug would've been on the market already. So, Avery was just using you to clear obstacles from the start. Even if the drug is developed one day, can Mrs. Jones afford to wait?!"

"Ms. Ashbourne, are you cursing my loved one?" Wayne's voice was hoarse, filled with a deadly chill.

"I'm trying to make you see Avery for who he is, to face the truth!"

The entire internet was ablaze, condemning the mastermind behind a real-life experiment gone wrong, demanding a thorough investigation to ensure justice is served and not just swept under the rug in a bid to maintain a facade of peace.

While the storm raged outside, Warner found solace in a hedonistic paradise orchestrated by Avery, numbing himself with alcohol and the allure of women, indulging in what felt like the last celebration before the end times.

In the presidential suite, Warner downed drink after drink, served by the women surrounding him, getting more and more intoxicated, until his consciousness began to blur.

Egged on by someone, he couldn't remember who, he found himself on top of a girl, injecting her with a syringe full of drugs.

What happened next was a blur to Warner. He woke up at dawn with a splitting headache, naked in bed, with an equally naked woman beside him.

At first, he didn't think much of it. Over the years, dealing with his father's business affairs, it wasn't uncommon for people trying to curry favor to send women his way, and he wasn't one to refuse.

So, Warner nudged the woman with his foot, massaging his throbbing temples, "Hey, wake up, go back to your own house to sleep!"

But the woman didn't move.

Warner's brows furrowed as he reached out to shake her. The moment he touched her skin, his expression froze. Her body was cold and lifeless!

Warner immediately turned on the bedside lamp to check on her.

Coming from a family with a medical background, even though he had long since abandoned medicine for business, he still had some basic knowledge.

Two minutes later, he screamed, not caring about his nakedness, and jumped out of bed, curling up in the corner.

The woman in the bed had purple bruises on her body, signs of livor mortis. She was dead!