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!”

CEO position sent a surge of rage through Matthew, and he

all of ya!”

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

The Velvet Hell,” Matthew grumbled, loosening his tie

Velvet Haven is the manager herself. Heard she’s a sight that would make your heart race,”

sparked in

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

to his tie again as another part of him

also said she looks like the Skyrim heiress, Evadne! Imagine having her serve you, it’d be like having Evadne herself. You’d feel like Thaddeus on

around

quelling his lust. Look like

If he couldn’t have Evadne, why not play with her

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 a

red wine, Elsie entered the room filled with surveillance

employees stood at attention. “Ms.

inquired, sipping her

Mr. Avery brought his

hesitated, “Ms. Archer, considering the beef

Grudges don’t pay the

grinned in understanding.

to make Matthew pay a large sum

her youth, and surveillance was just one of her

turned to leave, a figure on one of the screens caught her eye. Elvis. His

he get

and told her men, “You’ve been watching all night. Take a break, I’ve prepared some food in the lounge. I’ll keep an eye on things.”

Ms. Archer! You’re the

Elvis and began

Elvis‘ strikingly handsome features on the screen assaulted her trembling

for admiration; she hit

was wiped

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

a

flower pots. Even a fly, no matter how fast it buzzed around,

alone a full–grown man.

so distractingly good–looking.

cool, determined stride,

could get in, he was confident he could

son of a gun, had it coming,

hands remained casually in the pockets of his black trench coat as

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

tensing for a fight.

the cramped space between the storage shelves forced their bodies close, almost intimate.

he finally saw

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