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!”

of rage

hell out, all of ya!” he

up. “Mr. Chambers,

Velvet Hell,”

herself. Heard she’s a sight that would make your heart race,”

lascivious glint sparked in Matthew’s eyes. “Oh?”

she’s like a 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 get my

strayed to his tie again as another part of

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

erupted around the table.

quelling his

root. If he couldn’t have Evadne, why not play with her lookalike and vent his frustrations?

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 the image she had to maintain as the proprietor of the

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

employees stood at attention. “Ms. Archer!”

smoothly?” Elsie inquired, sipping her

his crew to VIP Room 001.”

beef

to make money, 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 the prices for

subordinates grinned in understanding.

going to make Matthew pay

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

caught her eye. Elvis. His presence was like a gust of

did he get in? What was he

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

Ms. Archer! You’re the

of Elvis and began to plot her

the relentless gaze of high–definition surveillance, Elvis‘ strikingly handsome features on the screen assaulted her trembling pupils. His piercing eyes, cool and sharp,

time for admiration;

was wiped from the

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

privacy was just a ruse

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

alone a

one so distractingly good–looking.

with a cool, determined stride, unfazed

get in, he was confident he could get

out and get even. Matthew, that son of a gun, had it coming, and Elvis couldn’t wait a moment

his black trench coat as he made his way to Matthew’s private booth.

of delicate hands clutched his arm, pulling him into the

tensing for a fight.

storage shelves forced

eyes met, he finally saw her