His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 712

Chapter 712

“It wasn’t me, Mr. Chambers, it wasn’t me.”

Elsie struggled to articulate each word, her gaze still held that teetering glint of injustice and innocence.

No one knew better than her what fate awaited those who betrayed Avery. She didn’t want to die – not because she feared death, but because she couldn’t bear to go out with such a whisper, unnoticed and unvalued.

So, she vehemently pleaded her case, “Mr. Chambers, what do I gain from betraying you? Only Harvey and I knew about this. Any move I make would be quickly noticed by you. Am I that foolish to court death? Besides, I’m here at the Velvet Haven from dawn till dusk. Surrounded by your watchful eyes, every single move I make is under your surveillance; I have no chance to even make contact with Ms. Ashbourne and Mr. Abernathy. Where’s the betrayal in that?”

Her words slowly ebbed the malice from Avery’s eyes, hitting the nail on the head.

Seizing the moment, Elsie hurriedly pressed on, “Mr. Chambers, my wretched life is in your hands. Without you, I’m nothing. I’ve plotted against Thaddeus before. If they ever take you down, and the nest is overturned; how could they possibly spare me?!”

Avery’s gaze darkened with suspicion, but he slowly released his grip on her.

Just then, Harvey burst in, frantic, “Mr. Chambers! There’s a trouble!”

Avery irritably pulled his tie, “What now?”

“Elvis is here!”

Elsie felt as if her veins would explode, her body trembling uncontrollably. She remembered those bright and lively eyes, her throat parching as if that ruthless hand was choking her once more, leaving her nearly breathless.

“What? Elvis?” Avery ground his teeth, his voice dark, “Is he alone?”

“Yeah, solo!”

Harvey spat with venom, “The punk just waltzed into our territory alone. Definitely up to no good. Mr. Chambers, shall we teach him a lesson?”

agent with your parlor

Velvet Haven, it means he’s

sheen

him, and when the opportunity arises, make sure he dies by

whispering in her ear, “If, as you say,

private room. His muscular arms, hidden beneath a black trench coat, rested casually along the back of the sofa, his gaze half–indifferent, half–lazy, radiating an aura that kept others at bay.

a smile, carrying a selection of fine liquor, but before he could speak, Elvis

and I don’t

doesn’t enjoy a drink? You’d miss out on

booze;

mouth, a half–smile playing on his lips, “I want the prettiest

a subtle fragrance. Their eyes met,

type. I’m satisfied.” Elvis‘ gaze lingered on her tense face, a careless smile on his lips, “She’s the

closing the door softly

watching eyes, she could only offer a professional smile, trying to be as seductive as possible. But her stiff cheeks couldn’t fool

that moment, on the other side of the surveillance, Avery sat watching through the screens in the

breath in that room was picked up by the high–definition cameras and

expect to

arched as he smoothly lied, “Been missing you since our last encounter. Been wondering when we’d meet again. And here we are tonight.”

Mr. Waverley here either,” Elsie

words were just a cover, yet her heart

matched each other move for move, and not

were destined

“Come on, don’t be shy. Have

Elvis patted his thigh, “Right here.”

sofa, leaned forward abruptly, a cold light flickering in his

picked up her iris–colored dress and stepped

arm, pulling her down into his embrace, her soft curves pressing firmly against

clenched on the armrest, the expensive leather creased

his voice tender,

pounded, her cheeks flushed like blooming peach blossoms, “Mr. Waverley, please.”

in the air. How could she not be

slender body trembled in

a warm caress against the nape of her neck. The slight touch was enough to paint a blush on the delicate canvas

pressed her lips together, silent.

tightened around her, as if he intended to fold her supple body in half. He gazed down, his eyes tracing the tantalizing shadow of cleavage beneath her plunging

the waters of desire upon such a

or encourage, but to maintain was being pretentious or

It wasn’t that she

was overwhelmed by feelings of inadequacy and inferiority that threatened to consume her. It made her feel dirtier, lower, more

many eyes watching, can’t do what I

grazed her ear, now a crimson hue, “Come with me.”

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