His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 560

Deep into the night, Elmsworth International Airport was a hive of hidden activity beneath its tranquil facade. Dangers lurked in the shadows, unseen but palpable.

Aaron had teamed up with the Customs Chief to hunt down their elusive prey, operating with utmost caution to avoid causing public alarm or disrupting the regular flight schedule. They had initiated the highest level of scrutiny, casting a dragniet across the airport’s expanse.

Their target was the slippery Eden, who they were determined to capture on sight, cornered and unsuspecting.

Plainclothes officers mingled with the crowds in the airport terminal, while members of the Ashbourne and Fairhaven groups stood guard beyond the customs checkpoint.

Tonight, the airport was a spider’s web, meticulously woven and waiting for Eden to blunder into its threads.

Time ticked away, each second stretching into eternity.

Aaron, Cassius, and Jareth stood in the surveillance room, tension drawn tight as bowstrings, eyes stinging from the strain of unblinking vigilance. Yet, they could afford no lapse in attention.

“Captain Ashbourne,” Jareth broke the silence, his voice a mix of weariness and impatience, “what if Eder’s been off the grid because he’s had plastic surgery? What if he’s walking right under our noses with a brand new face and we can’t even recognize him?”

Cassius didn’t even register the question, his focus nailed to the screens–Aaron, out of politeness and acknowledging Jareth’s efforts that night, gave him a patient glance. “And how would he have been spotted by S–Star Group’s people if he had a new face, Jareth?”

Realization dawned on Jareth, and he chuckled, embarrassed, “Ah, right, you’ve got a point there!”

Aaron could only shake his head in silent amusement.

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“Wait! Zoom in on the middle screen!” Cassius’s voice snapped everyone to attention as he braced himself against the edge of the desk, muscles coiled.

The screen enlarged to reveal a most unexpected sight – Avery, pushing a wheelchair with his mother seated in it, flanked by Harvey and two bodyguards.

“Bloody Avery? He dares to show his face?” Jareth hissed, his fists clenched in anger.

“Avery’s private jet is here. Eden could very well be planning to escape using it,” Cassius said, his voice as cold as ice, his gaze fixed on the screen. “His appearance, especially with his mother in tow, is likely a smokescreen–a cunning ploy to shield Eden using his own reputable identity.”

Aaron nodded gravely. “Too coincidental to be a coincidence. It’s got to be a conspiracy

Jareth spat out bitterly, “The bastard’s really asking for a smackdown, showing up like this.”

Despite the tension, Jareth’s outburst drew a reluctant grin from both Aaron and Cassius.

“From this moment on, we can’t overlook any part of this airport. Keep close tabs on Avery and his movements. If necessary, he won’t be allowed to leave either,” Cassius commanded, his features set in a mask of steely resolve.

Avery, having smoothly made it through the checkpoint with his mother and entourage, was making his way toward his private jet.

“Where are we going, dear?” Mrs. Chambers asked, her expression an incongruous blend of innocence and confusion.

“We’re just getting some fresh air, something different from staying at home all the time,” Avery replied, his gaze softening as he stopped to lovingly adjust the plush blanket over his mother’s knees. “Wherever you want to go, I’ll take you there, Mom.”

Mrs. Chambers, her mind clouded and faltering with age, reminisced about the days when Avery used to talk about a trip with his dear Evadne, how he wished to be with her.

She encouraged him to spend more time with Evadne, to win her over with his kindness and the chocolate cake she so loved – pretending it was his own handiwork.

Avery thanked his mother, touched by her concern, though his heart ached with the knowledge that she was living in a past that no longer existed – where he was still a boy full of hopes and dreams, and not the man he had become, scarred by time and unrequited love.

As Avery was about to reassure his mother of his unyielding resolve to win Evadne’s heart, a voice cut through the air like a cold blade.

“Avery.”

It was Evadne’s voice, the woman who haunted his dreams. How could he not recognize it?

Avery’s face lit up with joy, only to be quickly shadowed by the weight of reality.

Evadne and Thaddeus stood shoulder to shoulder before him, their expressions icy, a palpable hostility emanating from their united front.