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!”

position sent a surge of rage through Matthew, and he abruptly sent the gaggle of party girls scattering.

hell out, all of ya!” he bellowed.

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

Velvet Haven? More like The Velvet

herself. Heard she’s a sight that

glint sparked in

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,

his hand strayed to his tie again as another part of him

you, it’d be like having Evadne herself.

around the table.

even quelling his

he couldn’t have Evadne, why not

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

red wine, Elsie entered the room filled with surveillance

stood at attention. “Ms.

running smoothly?” Elsie inquired, sipping her wine elegantly.

good. Mr. Avery brought his

beef between Matthew

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

subordinates grinned in understanding.

was going to make Matthew pay a large sum of money tonight.

eyes sharp and discerning. Avery had trained her well since her youth, and surveillance was just

leave, a figure on one of the screens caught her eye.

he get in? What was he

her racing heart, Elsie smiled and told her men, “You’ve been watching all night. Take a break, I’ve prepared some

you, Ms. Archer!

footage of Elvis and

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

was no time for

Elvis was wiped from the surveillance feed.

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

so–called privacy was just a ruse

flower pots. Even a fly, no matter how fast

a full–grown

so distractingly

stride, unfazed by the possibility

in, he was confident he could

it coming, and Elvis couldn’t wait a moment longer to exact

pockets of his black trench coat as he

hands clutched his

muscles tensing for

the storage shelves forced their bodies close, almost intimate.

their eyes met, he finally saw her