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!”

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

out, all

his lackeys sidled up. “Mr. Chambers,

the Velvet Haven? More like The Velvet Hell,” Matthew

real gem of the Velvet Haven is the manager herself. Heard she’s a sight

lascivious glint sparked in

ghost, only gracing the V–level clients with 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

hand strayed to his tie again as

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

erupted around the table.

face sour, even quelling

wicked idea took root. If he couldn’t have Evadne, why

down to her stiletto

a glass of red wine, Elsie entered the room filled with surveillance monitors, her heels clicking rhythmically against

stood at

running smoothly?” Elsie inquired, sipping her wine

Avery brought his crew to VIP

the beef between Matthew and Mr.

we treat him well. Grudges don’t pay the bills,”

grinned in understanding.

going to make Matthew pay

her well since her youth, and surveillance was just one of her many skills. Where others saw a dizzying array of screens, she could

figure on one of the screens caught her eye. Elvis. His presence

a member; how did he get in? What

men, “You’ve been watching all night. Take a break,

Ms. Archer! You’re

footage of Elvis and began to plot her

the relentless gaze of high–definition surveillance, Elvis‘ strikingly handsome features on the screen assaulted her

there was no time for admiration; she

like that, Elvis was wiped from the

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

privacy was just a ruse to pacify the patrons.

with sophisticated cameras hidden in every nook and cranny–behind mirrors, nestled in flower pots. Even a fly,

a full–grown man.

so distractingly

cool, determined stride, unfazed

in, he was confident

gun, had it coming,

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

delicate hands clutched his arm, pulling him

muscles tensing for a

storage shelves forced their bodies close, almost

eyes met, he finally

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