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.

life with Evadne’s 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

parting softly, “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 must stay

don’t you care about

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

an instant, their noses were nearly touching.

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

concern part of her

to play the game, might as well play it to the hilt, right?”

where Matthew is? he

Elsie, “You’re here for President Ashbourne’s affair, to seek

the sharpest wit. Staying here

“Just a mention of Matthew, and you’ve deduced I’m here for revenge. Not only that, you even

crept up Elsie’s cheeks.

her mind seemed to short–circuit, ensnaring herself

Avery’s side; I know about the

Elsie’s breath hitched as Elvis covered her mouth.

the same time, the footsteps of two black–suited

I hear

footsteps paused near the storage

with anxiety, her heart pounding against her ribcage.

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

that moment, Elsie’s entire being relaxed slightly, her eyelids

if the intruder caught in the trap

Must be the exhaustion talking. Let’s head to the foyer; Mr. Avery

hurried

his embrace, their breaths intertwining, neither of them moving.

Velvet Haven’s goons,

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

looked down at her,

“Follow me.”

avoided all the cameras, leading Elvis into her

safest place in the Velvet

locking the door, Elsie

followed, his professional caution scanning every corner of

of the king–sized bed, a menagerie of plush toys held court: a pink bunny, a tender yellow lab, and

couldn’t hide his

as the type to be drowning in a sea of luxury brands, not cuddly stuffed animals. It

bottom drawer of her desk and handed

it with a puzzled look, “What’s this?”

It’s evidence

victims are underage. He didn’t just strong–arm them into submission to the powerful–he’s personally responsible

instantly livid, his eyes blazing with fury,

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

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 girls. Go through that folder, and you’ll see what I mean.

stamped her foot in frustration, forgetting she was in heels, and almost

her from a fall as he caught