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.

me like that. You’re quite bold, aren’t you?” “You’re very protective of your sister. How envious to

eyes lingered on her exquisite face, his heart quivering. The resemblance to his sister was uncanny. If she dressed in the same clothes, styled her hair the same way, even he might mistake her for his sibling,

in Elvis’s eyes, his lips curving into a smirk as he tilted her chin upward, “In terms of beauty, you

Her voice trembling, “But there’s always a hierarchy, levels of beauty.”

replied, “Of course,

clueless or overly fond of his sister?

deep eyes,

“Mister, you must believe that our previous encounters were because of fate.”

eyebrow, “Oh, how

last time.” Elsie’s hand wound around his black tie, her body pressing against his,

penetrating eyes making her heart race, yet she

lie detectors. But in that moment,

huh?” Elvis let out a mischievous grin, his

excitement,

scene shifted abruptly-

never expecting that Elvis’s idea of repayment was to

carefully placing the last block on top. Meanwhile, the bartender had delivered three bottles of the finest whiskey to

sudden game disrupting her

lady to drink spirits, so let’s say one shot for you, three for me,” Elvis’s eyes glinted like amber sunken

breath, steeling her nerves, “A promise made must be

The game began.

the Ashbourne children, and Jenga was a favorite

at the foreign agency headquarters, he would sit in a corner, playing with these

the first few rounds, Elsie lost miserably, downing four shots of burning liquor that set her stomach ablaze. Sweat beaded on Elsie’s

herself in a world of revelry and indulgence, pandering to others and trading her dignity, sometimes drinking until she ended up in the

seemingly radiant, was riddled with scars beneath

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you’ve lost again,” Elvis teased her, shaking his empty glass with a devil–may–care

her teeth through the pain, Elsie filled her glass to the brim. As she was about to lift her glass, Elvis leaned in, his large hand covering

bet, and I’m not one to back down.”

the glass from him and with a flushed face, downed the

up in a subtle smirk. This woman, stubborn and unyielding, had a

to her. Perhaps it was his foul mood,

I won again!”

innocent joy of a young girl. Elvis watched her without blinking, feeling as if the world had fallen silent!

saw his younger sister, Evadne, who would run around in glee after finally beating him at a game, unaware that he had let her win.

carefree, thoughtless days, always protected

your turn.”

She saw a tear glisten in the sorrowful depths of

won. That’s nice.”

touching his glass to hers, “I wish you could

he drained his glass, the liquid trailing down his chiseled jawline.

of her heart now uncontrollably bobbing. She had never heard such words before. Always, others demanded, controlled, commanded her. No one had ever said to her, ‘I hope you can win. I hope your