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.

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

about your purpose, but I’m telling you, you can make your move anywhere else, but not here! Once you step in, no matter your

huh? Then I simply must stay to see for

don’t you care about yourself, or Ms.

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

noses

around Elvis‘ chiseled jaw, his eyes reflecting

this concern part of her

might as well play it

where Matthew is? he

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

Staying here to tend the bar is truly beneath

“Just a mention of Matthew, and you’ve deduced I’m here for revenge. Not only that, you even know it’s about my older

flush of heat crept up

as she was, in front of this man, her mind seemed to

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

as Elvis covered her

the same time, the footsteps of two black–suited bodyguards

I

near the

quick with anxiety, her

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

being

if the intruder caught in the

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

footsteps hurried

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

the entourage today, and with the Velvet Haven’s goons, even with your

crisp tobacco scent, “If your goal is to get back at Matthew, I have a more reliable

looked down at her, “What’s

“Follow me.”

cameras, leading Elvis

this was the safest place in the Velvet

Elsie rushed into her

caution scanning every corner of the room.

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

couldn’t hide his surprise.

drowning in a sea of luxury brands, not cuddly stuffed animals. It was a stark contrast to his little sister, who had always preferred play–fighting with swords and toy guns,

bottom drawer of her

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

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

victims are underage. He didn’t just strong–arm them into submission to the powerful–he’s personally responsible for their torment. I don’t have time to explain. Just read

livid, his eyes blazing with fury, “Another monster! The Chambers Group is

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

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.

her foot in frustration, forgetting she was in heels,

saved her from a fall as he