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!”

sent a surge of rage through Matthew, and

Get the hell out, all

“Mr. Chambers, did those dames not

Haven? More like The Velvet Hell,” Matthew

herself. Heard she’s a

sparked in Matthew’s eyes.

a buddy of mine caught a glimpse. Damn, she’s a siren! Just one look

his tie again as

you, it’d be like having Evadne herself. You’d feel like Thaddeus on cloud nine!”

around

sour, even quelling his lust. Look like Evadne? Bad omen!

took root. If he couldn’t have Evadne, why not play

“Bring the Velvet Hayen’s 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

the room filled with surveillance monitors, her heels clicking

stood at

everything running smoothly?” Elsie inquired, sipping her

Mr. Avery brought his crew to

hesitated, “Ms. Archer, considering the beef between Matthew and Mr. Avery,

well. Grudges don’t pay the bills,” Elsie retorted with a curl

grinned in

Matthew pay

her 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

the screens caught her eye. Elvis. His presence was like

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

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

Ms. Archer!

Elsie pulled up the footage of Elvis

features on the screen assaulted her trembling pupils.

time for admiration;

Elvis was wiped from the surveillance

skills, had underestimated Avery’s obsession

so–called privacy was just a

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

alone a full–grown man.

so distractingly

determined stride, unfazed by the possibility of being watched.

he was confident he could get

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

black trench

clutched his arm, pulling him

muscles tensing for

the storage shelves forced their bodies close, almost

met, he finally saw her

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