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.

winning Avery’s favor. You’re the ultimate beneficiary of that face. I haven’t made a fuss,

“Mr. Chambers won’t let anyone off easily who trespasses in the Velvet Haven. I don’t care about your purpose, but I’m telling you, you

chuckled, “It’s that formidable, huh? Then I simply

about yourself,

you, won’t your family grieve? Won’t Ms. Evadne be heartbroken? Isn’t your sudden demise unfair to everyone? Chairman

noses were nearly

wafted around Elvis‘ chiseled jaw, his eyes reflecting the tiny sparkles of emotion in hers, his brow shadowed with complexity.

of her act

the game, might as well play it to the hilt,

where Matthew is? he

phrase, realization dawned on Elsie, “You’re here for President Ashbourne’s affair, to

sharpest wit. Staying here to tend the bar is truly beneath your

a mention of Matthew, and you’ve deduced I’m here for revenge. Not

flush of heat crept up

she was, in front of this man, her mind seemed to short–circuit, ensnaring

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

Elsie’s breath hitched as

footsteps of two

I

footsteps paused near the storage

forehead beaded with sweat, her breaths quick with

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

Elsie’s entire being relaxed slightly, her eyelids

if the intruder caught in

talking. Let’s head to the foyer; Mr. Avery will be back

hurried away.

Elvis kept his embrace, their breaths intertwining, neither

and with the Velvet Haven’s goons, even with your skills, you might

scent, “If your goal is to get back at Matthew, I

looked down at her, “What’s that?”

“Follow me.”

cameras, leading Elvis

the safest

the door, Elsie rushed into

scanning

king–sized bed, a menagerie of plush toys held court: a pink bunny, a

hide his surprise.

sea of luxury brands, not cuddly stuffed animals. It

envelope from the bottom drawer of

a puzzled look,

“is what Mr. Avery asked me to dig up. It’s evidence of

about the time, “Many of these victims are underage. He didn’t just strong–arm them into submission to the powerful–he’s personally responsible for

blazing with fury,

wish I hadn’t caught him. I’ll neuter the dog and feed his pride

devil in disguise, hiding behind charity and public service, paving his road to hell with the blood and tears of those girls. Go through that folder, and you’ll see what I mean. Every single file is enough to

she was in heels, and almost toppled

reflexes saved her from a fall as he