His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 544

After a long and emotionally draining heart–to–heart with her friend Evadne, Beverly had cried herself into exhaustion. So she slept like the dead, not waking until the following afternoon.

Her mother had gone off to her shifts at the diner next door, leaving Beverly to sluggishly rise from bed. With no desire to venture outside, she called her old boss from the tailoring shop downtown and ordered some fabrics. She planned to make a backpack for Gordon

Truth be told, she probably wouldn’t have gone through the trouble for anyone else. But when Gordon had timidly asked for the favor, his eyes were so bright, his voice so earnest, she couldn’t help but take the request to heart.

By evening, the shop owner had called to say he’d sent someone to deliver her order and it would soon be at her doorstep. Grateful, Beverly thanked him and waited patiently at home.

Time seemed to crawl by until there was a knock on her door.

She hastened to answer but paused, a sudden caution gripping her. “Who is it?” she called out, her voice tinged with suspicion.

A brief silence followed before the reply came. “Delivery.”

Delivery? But it was supposed to be a runner.

Beverly’s confusion deepened. “Did you come from in town or out of town? I ordered a lot.”

*Just open the door and you’ll see,” the voice said, unsettlingly vague.

Something felt off, very off.

past traumas making her overly sensitive,

you’ve got the wrong address. Try

thud

raced as she stumbled backward, hand clamped over

Bang! Bang! Bang!

shook under the force of the blows, as if it would come crashing down at any moment.

to 911, a tall man in black burst

She cried out, tears streaming down her face.

could see his face, the man tackled her to the ground, his hands closing

blurred, her desperate fingers clawing at the intruder’s vise–like grip.

pressure around her

sound of a struggle filled the room, shadows clashing in a violent dance.

thought she

like

her, and she knew no more.

in the midst of a fierce brawl with the intruder in the cramped living room. He had

hadn’t expected was to walk in on an

was no Jason; his limited skills were quickly overpowered, and he was soon on the floor, feeling as if his bones

die

kitchen knife and lunged at Gordon with deadly

man’s arm and forcing him to drop the knife with a cry of