His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 670

In a flash, Elsie felt as if her throat had closed up, her breathing hitting a sudden pause button!

Elvis furrowed his brows, scrutinizing the woman’s flushed face with a disdainful sneer silently forming in his heart.

He thought, “Will I be killed by Avery or by you? I haven’t forgotten that night, your cunning attempt to get close to me, along with that seemingly decorative hairpin concealing a deadly poison in your hair. Oh, the intrigue. You and your boss Avery are quite the duo, one playing the good cop, the other the bad cop, all in cahoots, right?

Tonight’s just another act in your little play, isn’t it? Snaky Avery using you to play damsel in distress, hoping to bait the hero in me? Do you think I’m the fool, or just haven’t been around the block enough to see through a woman? Even if I was a lech driven by lust, the sight of your face would turn the devil inside me into a saint.”

The smirk hovering on Elvis‘ lips sent a shiver down Elsie’s spine. She bit her red lip, her back pressed against the cold metal rack.

“Oh? I’m curious, Ms. Archer, who do you reckon will be my end?”

“You need to leave, now.”

“And risk running into snake, who’s as deceitful as he come?”

Elvis was on the verge of bursting out Avery’s name, his expression dripping with scorn, “Then let him come at me, I’d like to see what he’s got.

Elsie’s glossy eyes were stretched wide with tension, the internal strings of her mind on the verge of snapping, her voice trembling, “When did you know?”

“The moment we first crossed paths at the bar. I saw you get into Avery’s car with my own eyes.”

A playful smile played on Elvis‘ lips as his cold fingers pinched her chin, “But don’t be scared. Even though I know you’re one of Avery’s, I wouldn’t lay a finger on you. You are different from Avery”

A ripple stirred in Elsie’s otherwise still heart, warmth trickling through her.

But the man’s next words made her heart plummet.

“Besides, with your face, I could never bring myself to harm you,” Elvis whispered huskily, leaning close to her ear.

A sting of pain in her heart, Elsie pushed against his chest, “I know I look like your sister, but Evadne is Evadne, and I am me.”

Elvis could feel the shift in her emotions and scoffed coldly.

face, winning Avery’s favor. You’re the ultimate beneficiary of that face. I haven’t made a fuss, and yet, here you are, getting all worked up about it. Isn’t that a

who trespasses in the Velvet Haven. I don’t care about your purpose, but I’m telling you, you can

Then I simply must

about yourself, or Ms.

in a panic, clutched at his shirt, “I may not have a family, but even I understand that feeling! If something happens to you,

an instant, their noses were

sweet scent of red wine, wafted around Elvis‘ chiseled jaw, his eyes

concern part of

might as well play it

where Matthew is?

“You’re here for President Ashbourne’s

wit. Staying here to tend the

I’m here for revenge. Not only that, you even know it’s

of heat crept up Elsie’s cheeks.

mind seemed to short–circuit, ensnaring herself in

Mr. Avery’s side; I know about the Chambers

breath hitched as Elvis covered her

of two black–suited

I

footsteps paused near the storage rack.

beaded with sweat, her breaths quick with anxiety, her heart pounding

gaze steady. He lifted his strong hand to the back of her head, his fingers weaving into her hair, gently pulling her head

moment, Elsie’s entire being

caught in the trap was herself.

to the foyer; Mr. Avery will be back any minute.”

footsteps hurried away.

Elvis kept his embrace, their breaths intertwining, neither

Velvet Haven’s goons, even with your skills,

his crisp tobacco scent, “If your goal is

looked down at her, “What’s

“Follow me.”

cameras, leading Elvis

the safest place in

locking the door, Elsie

scanning every corner of

court: a pink bunny, a tender yellow lab, and a clumsy

hide

pegged her as the type to be drowning in a sea of luxury brands, not cuddly stuffed animals. It was a stark contrast to his little

a manila envelope from the bottom drawer of her desk and handed it to Elvis.

a puzzled

with urgency, “is what Mr. Avery asked me to dig up. It’s evidence of Matthew using

submission to the powerful–he’s personally responsible for their torment. I don’t have time

eyes blazing with fury, “Another monster! The Chambers

he’s gonna wish I hadn’t caught him. I’ll neuter the

brothers are all cut from the same cloth. Byron is a beast in plain sight, but Matthew is even more revolting. He’s the devil in disguise, hiding behind charity and public service, paving his road to hell with the blood and tears of those

foot in frustration, forgetting she was in heels, and almost toppled to

reflexes saved her from a fall as he caught her around the waist, steadying