His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 669

It was the witching hour at the Velvet Haven, and the two bouncers stationed at the entrance were struggling to keep their eyelids from waging war against each other. They were eagerly anticipating the moment they could clock out and head home.

But then came a rustling sound that cut through the stillness of the night.

One bouncer, yawning and stretching, froze. “Hey, you hear that? Sounds like something’s stirring.”

The other, whose mind was already half into his pillow, mumbled, “Stirring? Nah, it’s dead quiet.”

“No, for real, listen, it’s like something’s scraping against the wall!”

The second bouncer’s skin crawled at the thought. “Man, don’t freak me out. This plot used to be an old graveyard. You try to give me nightmares?”

“I’m gonna check it out. You stay put,” the first bouncer said, grabbing a flashlight and rounding the corner to the back of the club:

His light danced across the walls, eventually angling upwards.

And there, just as the harsh beam missed him by an inch, stood Elvis, casually leaning against the window ledge on the fifth floor, hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets. Below him, the city sprawled out, unaware of his silent judgment.

The bouncer saw nothing amiss and wandered off, scratching his head in confusion.

“Blind as a bat,” Elvis muttered under his breath, his eyes glittering with malice. In a swift motion, a slender glass cutter appeared between his fingers, and within moments, he had carved a neat hole in the window and slipped inside like a shadow.

Meanwhile, inside the club’s most exclusive VIP lounge, where the minimum spend had more zeros than most people saw in a year, Matthew was living it up with his entourage. Women clung to him like bees to honey, but he wasn’t satisfied. He beckoned a bombshell with curves in all the right places to straddle his lap and feed him shots, lip to lip.

“Hey! That’s what I’m talking ‘bout! Mr. Chambers, born with a silver spoon! Just a temporary slump, man, you’re destined for the top!”

“Spot on! And that Avery guy? A mutt who got lucky, thinks he can run with the big dogs now. Mr. Chambers, you gotta make him regret crossing you. Make him spit out whatever he took from you!”

mention of Avery stealing his CEO position sent a surge of rage through Matthew, and he abruptly sent the gaggle

hell out, all of ya!”

and one of his lackeys sidled up. “Mr. Chambers,

the Velvet Haven? More like The Velvet Hell,” Matthew grumbled, loosening his tie

gem of the Velvet Haven is the manager herself. Heard she’s a sight that would make

sparked in

gracing the V–level clients with her presence. But a buddy of mine caught a

hand strayed to his

Evadne! Imagine having her serve you, it’d be like having Evadne herself. You’d feel like Thaddeus on

erupted around the

quelling his lust.

couldn’t have Evadne, why not play with her lookalike

drink.” Tonight, Elsie, even without a single patron to entertain, was the epitome of allure from her shimmering tresses down to her stiletto heels. Clad in a figure–hugging, lilac silk gown that bared her sculpted back, she was the embodiment of sensuality and finesse It was the image she had to maintain as the proprietor of

entered the room filled with surveillance monitors, her heels clicking rhythmically against the

at attention. “Ms. Archer!”

everything running smoothly?” Elsie inquired, sipping

Avery brought his crew to VIP Room 001.”

beef between

to make money, not enemies. If Matthew’s spending big in our priciest room, we treat him well. Grudges don’t pay the bills,” Elsie

subordinates grinned in understanding.

pay a large sum of money tonight.

eyes sharp and discerning. Avery had trained her well since her youth, and surveillance was just one of her many skills. Where others saw a dizzying array of screens, she could spot an

a figure on one of the screens caught her eye. Elvis. His presence was like a gust of wind, brief

how did he get

watching all night. Take a break, I’ve prepared some food in the lounge.

you, Ms. Archer!

footage of Elvis and

assaulted her trembling pupils. His piercing eyes, cool

no time for admiration;

was wiped from

former secret agent with top–tier counter–surveillance skills, had underestimated Avery’s obsession and seriously overlooked the Velvet

privacy was just a ruse to pacify the patrons.

place was rigged with sophisticated cameras hidden in every nook and cranny–behind mirrors, nestled in flower pots. Even a fly, no matter how fast it

a

so distractingly

with a cool, determined stride, unfazed by the possibility of

was confident he could

coming, and Elvis couldn’t

remained casually in the pockets of his black trench coat as he

of delicate hands clutched his

eyes darkened, muscles tensing for a

cramped space between the storage shelves forced their bodies close,

met, he finally saw her