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.

coldly, “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 to have such a handsome brother.” Elsie’s lips curved into a practiced, mesmerizing

was uncanny. If she dressed in the same

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

fluttered at his smile, Her voice trembling, “But there’s always a hierarchy,

hesitation, he replied, “Of course, my sister is

of his sister? But his straightforwardness

eyes,

her voice nonchalant, “Mister, you

eyebrow, “Oh, how lucky I

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

penetrating eyes making her heart race,

in that moment, he felt a hint of truth in her

repay me, huh?” Elvis let

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

shifted abruptly-

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

Elvis rested his chin on his hand, carefully placing the last block on top. Meanwhile, the

sudden game disrupting her meticulous plan.

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

her nerves, “A promise made must be

The game began.

about entertainment among all the Ashbourne children, and Jenga was a favorite from his childhood, often

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

shots of burning liquor that set her

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 dignity, sometimes drinking until she ended up in

was riddled with scars beneath the

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you’ve lost again,” Elvis teased her, shaking his

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

bet, and I’m

him and with a flushed face, downed the drink

mouth turned up in a subtle smirk. This

intentionally lost to her. Perhaps it was his foul mood,

won! I won again!”

high in victory, had a face flushed with the innocent joy of a young girl. Elvis watched her without blinking, feeling

who would run around in glee after finally beating him

How wonderful it would be if you never grew up, remaining forever in the carefree, thoughtless days, always protected by

your

skipped a beat. She saw a tear glisten in the sorrowful depths

That’s

his eyes, touching his glass to hers, “I

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

the buoy in the lake of her heart now uncontrollably bobbing. She had never heard such words before. Always, others demanded,