His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 487

In the wee hours of the morning, a sleek red sports car pulled off a stunning fishtail maneuver before coming to a halt in front of a nightclub.

Elsie gracefully unfolded her toned legs from the low car, stepping out into the night. She was dressed to kill in a form–fitting black mermaid gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her crystal–studded stilettos sparkled under the moonlight, their sharp heels like daggers poised above the hearts of men.

“Ms. Archer. He’s still inside. I’ve had my eyes glued,” one of her subordinates stepped out of the shadows.

With a gaze as cold as the moon, Elsie lifted her delicate left hand to skillfully twist her raven hair into an elegant updo, securing it casually with a silver hairpin adorned with a crimson ruby.

Her movements were fluid poetry, leaving her subordinate utterly entranced.

“Stay on the lookout and be ready for cleanup duty.”

Inside the nightclub, shadows and light danced together, creating an atmosphere of mysterious allure.

Elsie clenched her jaw, weaving through the crowd lost in revelry, her eyes fixed on her target seated at the edge of the bar – Elvis. With each step closer, her heartbeat intensified, the surrounding noise fading into oblivion as if she were stepping into a dream.

Elsie readjusted her sultry hair, preparing for the night’s climax. Undoubtedly, she would use her favorite hairpin to strike decisively. Moments later, Elsie was behind Elvis, her soft hand nearly on his shoulder when suddenly, her wrist throbbed with pain, and the world spun!

“Ah!”

The next second, Elsie’s back slammed against a table, the pain so intense she gasped for air.

His reflexes were not of this world – they belonged to a devil! Elvis’s rough right hand imprisoned her delicate wrist, his left brutally squeezing her neck, his grip tightening relentlessly.

Over these years, as a top–tire secret agent, while executing the mission overseas, he occasionally would undergo assassination organized by his enemy Years of having been in dire straits had honed his senses to the extreme; even the slightest rustle could not escape his vigilance!

Now, with Elsie pinned beneath him, the suffocating pressure turned her face crimson, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

“Is it you?”

Elvis loosened his grip, startled by the recognition.

Elsie gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Onlookers whispered among themselves, mistaking the scene for a domestic dispute, too wary to intervene.

“Dude looks sharp, but man, is he trashy, domestic violence in public?!”

“Better mind our own business; they seem like they’re into it. Let’s just bail.”

Elvis’s face darkened at the murmurs.

“You hurt me,” Elsie struggled to rise, her back pain rendering her unable to straighten up.

“My apologies, occupational hazard,” Elvis’s long arm hooked around her waist and hoisted her up in one swift motion.

Elsie instinctively wrapped her arms around his strong waist, her breath warm and enticing. However, Elvis simply glared coldly, “Ms. Archer, aside from my sister, there’s no other woman who gets to hold me like that. You’re quite bold, aren’t you?” “You’re very protective of your sister. How envious to have such a handsome brother.” Elsie’s lips curved into a practiced, mesmerizing smile, “She must be very beautiful, right?”

His eyes lingered on her exquisite face, his heart quivering. The resemblance to his sister was uncanny. If she dressed in the same clothes, styled her hair the same way, even he might mistake her for his sibling, let alone Thaddeus!

Elvis’s eyes, his lips curving into a smirk as he tilted her chin upward, “In

heart fluttered at his smile, Her voice trembling,

course, my sister is more

of his sister? But his straightforwardness somehow

you doing here?” Elvis narrowed his deep eyes, “You are

nonchalant, “Mister, you must believe that our previous encounters

an eyebrow, “Oh, how lucky

tie, her body pressing against his, her eyes shimmering with longing, “I’ve been hoping to see you

heart race, yet she managed to maintain her

detectors. But in that moment, he felt a hint of truth

Elvis let out a mischievous

flushing with shy excitement, “Whatever you desire, I’m

shifted

disbelief, never expecting that Elvis’s idea of repayment was

do you dare to play?” Elvis rested his chin on his hand, carefully placing the last block on top. Meanwhile, the bartender had delivered three

the man, the sudden game disrupting her meticulous plan.

let’s say one shot for you, three for me,” Elvis’s

a deep breath, steeling her nerves, “A promise

The game began.

among all the Ashbourne children, and Jenga was a favorite

a corner, playing with these childhood

shots of burning liquor that set her stomach ablaze. Sweat beaded on Elsie’s forehead, the fiery

the years, she had sacrificed everything for Avery’s grand ambitions, leaving her with nothing but a life she deemed worthless. She had immersed herself in a world of revelry and indulgence, pandering to others and trading

seemingly radiant, was riddled

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shaking his empty glass

through the pain, Elsie filled her glass to the brim. As she was about to lift her glass, Elvis leaned in, his large hand covering the rim, “If you can’t drink anymore, just let it be. It’s only a game. I’ll take this round for you.”

and I’m not

and with a flushed face, downed the drink in one swift

contracted slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a subtle smirk. This woman, stubborn and unyielding, had

her. Perhaps it was his foul mood, but Elvis, the one who

I

victory, had a face flushed with the innocent joy of a young

he thought he saw his younger sister, Evadne, who would run around in glee

How wonderful it would be if you never grew up, remaining forever in the carefree, thoughtless days, always protected by us. Unlike now, having experienced the

it’s your

glisten in the sorrowful depths of Elvis’s eyes,

won. That’s nice.”

eyes, touching his glass to hers, “I wish

his glass, the liquid trailing

such words before. Always, others demanded, controlled, commanded her. No one had ever

her hands instinctively reached for Elvis’s

His hand cradled the back of her head, and as he caressed her, he