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.

it was past traumas making her overly sensitive,

didn’t order anything online. Maybe you’ve got

thud against

raced as she stumbled backward, hand clamped over her

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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

a call to 911, a tall man in black burst through the door.

She cried out, tears streaming down

face, the man tackled her to the ground,

Beverly’s vision blurred, her desperate fingers clawing at the

slipped away, the pressure around her neck eased.

of a struggle filled the room, shadows clashing

the fading edges of awareness, she thought she heard someone call out, “Ms. Higgins,

like Gordon’s

consumed her, and she knew no

room. He had come to check on Beverly at the behest of

was to walk in on an

limited skills were quickly overpowered, and he was soon on the floor, feeling

then die

and

a flash, a butterfly knife whizzed through the air, striking the man’s arm and forcing him to drop the knife with a cry