His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1140

In the dim light, Chad’s expression fell completely. But he remained unnervingly calm, his face a mask of indifference as he stared at Mason, as still as a stagnant pond.

Their eyes met, and Mason’s brow twitched. A chill snaked up his spine, raising goosebumps on his arms.

“What do I know? I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean, Uncle,” Chad said, his dark eyes narrowing.

“Hah, you’ve learned Frederic’s talent for putting on a show, haven’t you? A true firstborn of the Abernathy family!” Mason took a long drag from his cigar and, knowing of Chad’s poor health, deliberately blew a thick cloud of smoke in his direction—a blatant provocation. “Back then, you paid Morgan to kidnap you and that bastard. You were pulling the strings from behind the whole time, planning the entire thing. You guaranteed them a ransom of over a hundred million and even promised them an extra fifty million on the side. Fifty million, twenty years ago—that was a hell of a lot of money.”

Chad listened without a flicker of emotion, his eyes dark and lifeless, as if he were a detached observer.

“Your original plan was to stage a kidnapping of the Abernathy twins with Morgan’s help, then use the opportunity to kill Thaddeus. Back then, Frederic was only the acting chairman; the old man still held the real power in the Abernathy Group. And ever since Thaddeus arrived, your status in the family had plummeted. Mr. Abernathy Sr. was paying less and less attention to you.

“So, you orchestrated the kidnapping. First, it would eliminate Thaddeus, the thorn in your side competing for affection and the family fortune. Second, since you were also a victim, no one would suspect you. In fact, it would make your grandfather dote on you again. After all, with Thaddeus gone, you’d be his only grandson left. He’d have to treasure you, wouldn’t he? Heh, nephew, for a fifteen-year-old, coming up with a plan to kill two birds with one stone… you were ruthless. You had a bit of my spirit in you back then.”

Chad’s lips twitched. That last sentence made his stomach turn.

He wasn’t like anyone. He was his own man—superior, untouchable, above it all.

“But you were too young, too naive back then. You were great on paper but underestimated the depths of human greed,” Mason jeered. “You never expected Morgan to get greedy and tear up your agreement. He decided to treat you as a real hostage and demand an astronomical ransom. He even considered sending Thaddeus back and keeping you as his punching bag, a pawn to extort the Abernathy men.

What a moving display of brotherly love.

Even at a great cost, he would make Hamilton, Frederic, and Thaddeus regret it for the rest of their lives, burdened by a lifetime of guilt.

To have such a dark, calculating mind at such a young age was truly chilling.

“Chad, what do you think would happen if the Abernathys and the rest of the world found out you orchestrated that kidnapping twenty years ago? That all your health problems are your own damn fault? I imagine the sympathy from Mr. Abernathy Sr. and Frederic would vanish in an instant, and you could kiss your position as the Abernathy heir goodbye forever.”