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.

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

don’t care about your purpose, but I’m telling you, you can make your

huh? Then I simply must stay

you care about yourself, or

happens to you, won’t your family grieve? Won’t Ms.

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.

of her act

play the game, might as well play it to

where Matthew is?

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

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

here for revenge.

of heat crept up Elsie’s cheeks.

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

Avery’s side; I know about the Chambers Group’s

Elsie’s breath hitched as Elvis

of two

I hear voices?”

near the storage rack.

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

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

that moment, Elsie’s entire being relaxed slightly,

in the trap

Let’s head to the foyer; Mr. Avery

hurried

breaths intertwining, neither of them

and with the Velvet Haven’s goons, even with

goal is to get back at Matthew, I have a

looked down at her,

“Follow me.”

avoided all the cameras, leading Elvis into her own

now, this was the safest

Elsie

caution scanning every

bed, a menagerie of plush toys held court: a pink bunny, a tender yellow lab,

hide his

brands, not cuddly stuffed animals. It was a stark contrast to his little sister, who had always preferred play–fighting with swords

drawer of her desk and

it with a puzzled look,

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

strong–arm them into submission to the powerful–he’s personally responsible for their torment. I don’t have time to explain.

blazing with fury, “Another monster! The Chambers Group

caught him. I’ll neuter the dog and feed

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. Every single file is enough

she was in heels, and almost

reflexes saved her from a fall as he