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!”

rage through Matthew, and he abruptly sent the

out, all of ya!” he

and one of his lackeys sidled up. “Mr. Chambers, did those dames not

like The Velvet Hell,” Matthew grumbled, loosening his

the manager herself. Heard she’s a sight that would make your

lascivious glint sparked in Matthew’s eyes.

caught a glimpse. Damn, she’s a siren! Just one look and you’re standing at attention, if you get my

his tie again as another

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

erupted around the table.

joke turned Matthew’s face sour, even quelling his lust. Look like Evadne? Bad omen!

have Evadne, why not play with

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

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

employees stood at attention. “Ms.

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

Avery brought his crew

considering the beef between Matthew and Mr. Avery, shouldn’t

not enemies. If Matthew’s spending big in our priciest room, we treat him well. Grudges don’t pay the bills,” Elsie retorted with a curl of her lip. “Double

grinned

make Matthew pay a large sum

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

her eye. Elvis. His

member; how did he get in? What was he up

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

you, Ms. Archer! You’re the best!”

Elsie pulled up the footage of Elvis and began

assaulted her trembling pupils. His piercing eyes, cool and sharp, irresistibly pulled

no time for admiration; she hit

that, Elvis was wiped from the

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

just a ruse

hidden in every nook and cranny–behind mirrors, nestled in flower pots. Even a fly, no matter how

a full–grown

one so distractingly good–looking.

determined stride, unfazed by

get in, he was confident he

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

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

delicate hands clutched his arm,

muscles tensing for a fight.

between the storage shelves forced their bodies

he finally