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.

“Ms. Archer, aside from my sister, 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. How envious

sister was uncanny. If she dressed in the same clothes, styled her

cold light flashed in Elvis’s eyes, his lips curving into a smirk as he tilted her chin upward, “In terms of beauty, you rival my sister.”

trembling, “But there’s always a hierarchy,

course, my sister is more beautiful.”

of his sister? But his straightforwardness somehow wouldn’t disgust her.

are you doing here?” Elvis narrowed his deep eyes, “You are not looking for me,

her voice nonchalant, “Mister, you must believe that

“Oh, how lucky I am.”

Elsie’s hand wound around his black tie, her body pressing against his,

her heart race, yet

X–rays, lie detectors. But in that moment, he felt a

plan to repay me, huh?” Elvis let out

thundered, her cheeks flushing with shy excitement, “Whatever you desire, I’m yours

scene shifted

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

chin on his hand, carefully placing the last

sudden game disrupting her

say one shot for you, three for me,” Elvis’s eyes glinted like

steeling her nerves, “A promise

The game began.

all the Ashbourne children, and Jenga was a favorite from his childhood, often played with his little sister

agency headquarters, he would sit in a corner, playing with these childhood toys to soothe

miserably, downing four shots of burning liquor that set her stomach ablaze. Sweat beaded on Elsie’s forehead, the fiery alcohol

with nothing but a life she deemed worthless. She had immersed herself in a world of revelry

radiant, was riddled with

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again,” Elvis teased her, shaking his empty

she was about to lift her glass, Elvis leaned in, his large hand covering the rim, “If you can’t drink anymore, just let it be. It’s only a

and I’m not one to back down.”

a flushed face, downed the drink in one

up in a subtle smirk. This woman, stubborn and unyielding, had a hint of his little sister’s spirit.

foul mood, but Elvis, the one

won! I

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

moment, he thought he saw his younger sister, Evadne, who would run around in glee after

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

your

in the

That’s nice.”

his eyes, touching his glass to

his glass, the

Always, others demanded, controlled, commanded her. No one had ever said to her, ‘I hope you