His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 487

In the wee hours of the morning, a sleek red sports car pulled off a stunning fishtail maneuver before coming to a halt in front of a nightclub.

Elsie gracefully unfolded her toned legs from the low car, stepping out into the night. She was dressed to kill in a form–fitting black mermaid gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her crystal–studded stilettos sparkled under the moonlight, their sharp heels like daggers poised above the hearts of men.

“Ms. Archer. He’s still inside. I’ve had my eyes glued,” one of her subordinates stepped out of the shadows.

With a gaze as cold as the moon, Elsie lifted her delicate left hand to skillfully twist her raven hair into an elegant updo, securing it casually with a silver hairpin adorned with a crimson ruby.

Her movements were fluid poetry, leaving her subordinate utterly entranced.

“Stay on the lookout and be ready for cleanup duty.”

Inside the nightclub, shadows and light danced together, creating an atmosphere of mysterious allure.

Elsie clenched her jaw, weaving through the crowd lost in revelry, her eyes fixed on her target seated at the edge of the bar – Elvis. With each step closer, her heartbeat intensified, the surrounding noise fading into oblivion as if she were stepping into a dream.

Elsie readjusted her sultry hair, preparing for the night’s climax. Undoubtedly, she would use her favorite hairpin to strike decisively. Moments later, Elsie was behind Elvis, her soft hand nearly on his shoulder when suddenly, her wrist throbbed with pain, and the world spun!

“Ah!”

The next second, Elsie’s back slammed against a table, the pain so intense she gasped for air.

His reflexes were not of this world – they belonged to a devil! Elvis’s rough right hand imprisoned her delicate wrist, his left brutally squeezing her neck, his grip tightening relentlessly.

Over these years, as a top–tire secret agent, while executing the mission overseas, he occasionally would undergo assassination organized by his enemy Years of having been in dire straits had honed his senses to the extreme; even the slightest rustle could not escape his vigilance!

Now, with Elsie pinned beneath him, the suffocating pressure turned her face crimson, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

“Is it you?”

Elvis loosened his grip, startled by the recognition.

Elsie gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Onlookers whispered among themselves, mistaking the scene for a domestic dispute, too wary to intervene.

“Dude looks sharp, but man, is he trashy, domestic violence in public?!”

“Better mind our own business; they seem like they’re into it. Let’s just bail.”

Elvis’s face darkened at the murmurs.

“You hurt me,” Elsie struggled to rise, her back pain rendering her unable to straighten up.

“My apologies, occupational hazard,” Elvis’s long arm hooked around her waist and hoisted her up in one swift motion.

there’s no other woman who gets to hold me like that. You’re quite bold, aren’t you?” “You’re very protective of your sister.

The resemblance to his sister was uncanny. If she dressed in the same clothes, styled

a smirk as he tilted her chin upward, “In terms of beauty, you rival

voice trembling, “But there’s

replied, “Of course, my sister is more beautiful.”

overly fond of his sister? But his

Elvis narrowed his deep eyes, “You are not

played along his firm chest, her voice nonchalant, “Mister, you must believe that our

raised an eyebrow, “Oh, how lucky I

his black tie, her body pressing against his, her eyes shimmering with longing, “I’ve been hoping to see you again,

eyes making her heart

detectors. But in that moment, he felt a hint of

to repay me, huh?” Elvis let out a mischievous grin, his

flushing with shy excitement,

shifted

expecting that Elvis’s idea of repayment was to play Jenga!

loser drinks three shots. Ms. Archer, do you dare to play?” Elvis rested his chin on his hand, carefully placing the

the sudden game disrupting her meticulous

for a lady to drink spirits, so let’s say one shot for you, three for me,”

took a deep breath, steeling her nerves, “A promise made

The game began.

quick–witted, the most knowledgeable about entertainment among all the Ashbourne children, and Jenga was a favorite from his childhood, often played with his little sister Evadne.

headquarters, he would sit in a corner, playing with these childhood toys to soothe his soul and send his thoughts to his

miserably, downing four shots of burning liquor that set her stomach ablaze.

years, she had sacrificed everything for Avery’s grand ambitions, leaving her with nothing but a life she deemed worthless. She had immersed herself in a world of revelry and indulgence, pandering to others

radiant, was riddled with scars

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again,” Elvis teased her, shaking his empty glass with a devil–may–care smile.

his large hand covering the rim, “If you can’t drink anymore, just let it be. It’s only a game. I’ll take

A bet’s a bet, and I’m not one

with a flushed face, downed the drink in one swift

his mouth turned up in a subtle smirk. This woman,

intentionally lost to her. Perhaps it was his foul mood, but Elvis, the one who was usually alcohol tolerable, seemed a

won! I won

the innocent joy of a young girl. Elvis watched her without blinking, feeling as

around in glee after finally beating him at a game, unaware that he had

always protected by us. Unlike now, having experienced the cruelties

your turn.”

tear glisten in the sorrowful depths of Elvis’s eyes,

won. That’s

eyes, touching his glass to hers, “I wish you could always win.”

that, he drained his glass, the liquid trailing down his

never heard such words before. Always, others demanded, controlled, commanded her. No one had ever said to her, ‘I hope