His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 669

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!”

a surge of rage through Matthew, and he

Get the hell out, all of ya!” he bellowed.

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

like The Velvet

the Velvet Haven is the manager herself. Heard she’s

glint sparked in

her presence. But a buddy of mine caught a glimpse. Damn, she’s a siren! Just one look and you’re standing at attention, if you get my drift.”

his hand strayed to his tie again

Evadne! Imagine having her serve you, it’d be like

erupted around the table.

even quelling his lust. Look like

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

manager here, tell her to join me for a 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

filled with surveillance

stood at

everything running smoothly?” Elsie inquired, sipping her

Mr. Avery brought his

the beef

don’t pay the bills,” Elsie retorted with a curl of her lip. “Double the prices for tonight’s

subordinates grinned in

Matthew pay a large

her youth, and surveillance was

screens caught her eye. Elvis. His presence was like

a member; how did he get

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

you, Ms. Archer! You’re

pulled up the footage of Elvis and began to plot

on the screen assaulted her trembling pupils. His piercing eyes, cool and

for admiration; she hit “delete.”

like that, Elvis was wiped from the surveillance

counter–surveillance skills, had underestimated Avery’s obsession and seriously overlooked the Velvet Haven’s state–of–the–art security system..

a ruse to pacify

rigged with sophisticated cameras hidden in every nook and cranny–behind mirrors, nestled in flower pots. Even a fly, no matter how fast it buzzed around, would be caught

a full–grown man.

so distractingly

cool, determined stride, unfazed by the possibility of being watched.

could get in, he was confident he could get

Matthew, that son of a gun, had it coming, and Elvis couldn’t wait a moment

casually in the pockets of his black trench coat as he made his way to Matthew’s

of delicate hands clutched his arm, pulling him into the shadows!

darkened, muscles tensing

storage shelves forced their bodies close,

their eyes met, he finally saw

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