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.

Elvis simply glared coldly, “Ms. Archer, aside from my sister, there’s no other woman who gets to hold me like that.

his sister was uncanny. If she dressed in

eyes, his lips curving into a smirk as he tilted her chin upward,

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

course, my

or overly fond of his sister? But

eyes, “You are not looking for

voice nonchalant, “Mister, you must believe that our previous encounters

eyebrow, “Oh,

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

gaze deepened, his penetrating eyes making her heart race,

moment, he felt a hint of truth in

huh?” Elvis let out a

flushing with shy excitement, “Whatever you desire, I’m

scene shifted

in disbelief, never expecting that Elvis’s idea of repayment was to play

play?” Elvis rested his chin on his hand, carefully placing the last block on top. Meanwhile, the bartender had

man, the sudden game disrupting her

right. It’s harmful for a lady to drink spirits, so let’s say one shot for you, three for me,” Elvis’s eyes glinted like amber sunken deep into

deep breath, steeling her nerves, “A promise made must be kept.”

The game began.

the most knowledgeable about entertainment among all the Ashbourne children, and Jenga was

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

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

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 and trading her

body, though seemingly radiant, was riddled with

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her, shaking his empty glass with a devil–may–care smile.

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

a bet, and

snatched the glass from him and with a flushed

pupils contracted slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a subtle smirk. This woman, stubborn and unyielding, had a hint of

three rounds, Elvis intentionally lost to her. Perhaps it was his foul mood, but Elvis, the one who

I won

of a young girl. Elvis

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

always protected by us. Unlike now, having experienced the cruelties of human nature and

it’s your

She saw a tear glisten in the sorrowful depths of Elvis’s eyes, fleeting like

won. That’s

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

he drained his glass, the

eyes reddened, the buoy in the lake 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 future