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, Beverly’s instincts screamed

online. Maybe you’ve got the wrong address. Try the neighbors!”

thud against

backward, hand clamped over her mouth

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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

to 911, a tall man in black burst through the

cried out, tears streaming down her face.

see his face, the man tackled her

Beverly’s vision blurred, her desperate fingers clawing

consciousness slipped away, the pressure around her neck

of a struggle filled the room, shadows

of awareness, she thought she heard

like Gordon’s

her, and she

with the intruder in the cramped living room. He had come to check

hadn’t expected was to walk in on an assault.

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

then die with

knife and lunged at

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