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

If she dressed in the same

Elvis’s eyes, his lips curving into a smirk as he tilted her chin

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

course, my sister

clueless or overly fond of his sister? But his

eyes, “You are not looking

“Mister, you must believe

raised an eyebrow, “Oh, how lucky I

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

making her heart race,

moment, he felt a hint

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

her cheeks flushing with shy excitement,

shifted

Elvis’s

Archer, do you dare to play?” Elvis rested his chin on his hand, carefully placing the last block on top. Meanwhile, the bartender had delivered three bottles of the

sudden game disrupting her meticulous

for you, three for me,” Elvis’s eyes glinted like amber

a deep breath, steeling her nerves, “A

The game began.

all the Ashbourne children, and Jenga was

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

first few rounds, Elsie lost miserably, downing four shots of burning liquor that set her

ambitions, leaving her with nothing but a life she deemed worthless. She had immersed herself in a world of

radiant, was riddled with scars beneath the surface.

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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,

bet’s a bet, and I’m

flushed face, downed the drink in one

his mouth turned up in a subtle smirk.

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

won! I won again!”

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

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

forever in the carefree, thoughtless days, always protected by

your

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

won. That’s nice.”

touching his glass to hers, “I wish you

the liquid trailing down his chiseled jawline.

before. Always, others demanded, controlled, commanded her. No one had ever said to her, ‘I hope you can win. I hope your future isn’t