His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 673

Thaddeus had a look of sheer panic as the chicken nugget slipped from his fingers and plummeted into the bubbling oil of the deep fryer.

Hot oil spattered across the back of his hand and up his arm, the pain snapping him back to reality as his lips parted awkwardly, muttering. “Elvis”

“You’re always talking about that stuff. Are you really that horny?”

Elvis snorted softly, craning his neck to peer into the fryer, “I dunno if Evadne caught a whiff yet, but I sure followed the scent over here. Smells like something’s burning, though.”

That caught Thaddeus off guard, and he suddenly realized that the chicken he’d dropped in earlier was still submerged.

He fumbled for the slotted spoon, but by the time he fished out the nuggets, they’d turned a deep brown.

The corners of Thaddeus‘ eyes drooped in dismay, and he was instantly reminded of the first time Chairman Emeric had tried his cooking, labeling it a string of “failures.”

It was like a curse he couldn’t shake.

“Look, I get it, you’re trying to be sweet, but don’t force yourself into something that’s clearly not your forte. If you scald yourself and end up with blisters, it’s Evadne who’s going to suffer, right?”

Saying this, Elvis shrugged off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and positioned himself next to Thaddeus, nudging him aside with his hip, “Go stand over there and chill. Don’t get in the way.”

Thaddeus‘ eyes widened in surprise, “You’re going to take over?”

“If I leave it to you, my little sis will end up eating charcoal.”

Thaddeus didn’t get upset because Elvis was absolutely right; he’d overestimated his cooking skills.

Elvis washed his hands and expertly lowered the chicken into the fryer, watching the clock and counting the seconds before stirring the oil and soon after, retrieving the perfectly cooked nuggets!

Thaddeus stood by, assisting Elvis and absorbing every move with rapt attention.

“Got it yet?” asked Elvis, not even looking up.

Thaddeus nodded, “Yeah.”

“Your eyes may have got it, but your hands sure didn’t.”

Thaddeus frowned with a rueful smile, “Elvis, sometimes, I need a little encouragement.”

Elvis‘ long lashes fluttered as he glanced at Thaddeus, “Fail a few more times, and you’ll get it right. I’ve botched it up countless times myself before getting it to look half decent. If Evadne didn’t love it so much, who in their right mind would bother with this mess? It’s filthy, it’s a hassle, and you can’t get rid of the smell of oil for days! Sometimes, you shouldn’t spoil her too much. If you let her get her way all the time, she’ll be demanding you cook every day, then what’ll you do?”

Thaddeus‘ eyes glowed softly as he gently smiled, “Doesn’t matter. As long as Evadne’s happy, I’m willing to do anything, no matter how troublesome it is.”

“Pfft, easy for anyone to say,” Elvis responded with feigned disdain, but inside, he felt a warmth spreading.

“Wow! Fried chicken! Smells amazing!”

Both men turned around.

the real little foodie

setting off her moon–bright face. From a distance, she looked

Elvis, when did you guys get back? You could’ve at

slippers, bringing with her a sweet, warm breeze and flung herself into

your clothes dirty.” Thaddeus gently warned, his flour–dusted hands

you really make this for me just because I mentioned

Evadne brushed the flour from his cheek, her heart both sour and tender, “What are you doing, you silly man? You’re already running around between two places every

happiness is what

waist, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked over at Elvis,

Elvis made them nice

Pfff!

mouthful of fictional

and Thaddeus‘ assistance, two plates of golden, crispy fried

Thaddeus‘ few failed attempts sat neglected in a corner.

try some of

table, eyes twinkling with anticipation as he watched his little sister’s eyes light up, “It’s been a while since I cooked for you. Let’s

hands, took a

as ever!” Evadne beamed with contentment,

pleased smile spread across

his mind flashed back to a face

night, thanks to Elsie’s diversion, he’d managed to

everything she’d done? She had gone to Matthew to buy him time; did that brute give her a hard

was wary of her status, after last night’s events, he found himself increasingly curious about

couldn’t believe that anyone decent could

seem all that bad either.

don’t

alarm, but it was already too

her cavernous mouth and devoured his charred offerings, savoring them without a hint

They’re not that bad.”

have to force yourself to compliment me. I know they’re not good.”

love. How could they not be delicious?”

and ate it with evident pleasure, showing no sign of pretense, “Besides, what does it matter if they’re black or golden? Once they’re in your stomach, it’s all the same,

couldn’t resist planting a kiss on her

his chest and closed his

it so

did he come back to be

this myself. Lucky for us, Arnold and Aaron are around. I’ll just holler at them to join

was about to call them

shift in Elvis‘ eyes, a darkening. “Tonight, I’ve come back with something important to discuss

long, Arnold and Aaron had made it

three siblings and the couple gathered around the dinner table which had transformed into an

the suspense, spill it. What’s the big secret you’ve been keeping from us?” Arnold prodded, biting

so on edge because you can’t afford your tampons?”

Arnold chucked a chicken bone at him.

dodged, and then he tossed a document–filled envelope

all leaned in, curious.

talking about avenging our brother? Inside this envelope is enough dirt

Arnold and Captain Aaron’s radars went off.

grabbed the envelope and dumped its contents out for everyone to see.

each picked up a portion and started reading. Shock and anger grew with every page they

just two years. But that money never went to helping impoverished students–it all went straight into Matthew’s own pocket. And that’s not all. He’s been hosting so–called charity events, parading the girls meant to be helped, but really, he was setting up a Lioneletplace for the high and mighty to pick and choose

fury. “These girls just wanted a chance at education, but what awaited them was a fate of abuse and an abyss

her hand on the table, Evadne trembled with

hers, “We should’ve taken him down when we dealt with Byron. I

be served. He won’t be hopping around for much longer,” Arnold reassured, patting

“As the former face of the Chambers Group, Matthew’s cunning and methods are far more insidious than Byron’s ever were. Byron

getting at, Thaddeus?” Evadne grabbed his hand.

so much evil, he must have set up a way out for himself.”