His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 544

After a long and emotionally draining heart–to–heart with her friend Evadne, Beverly had cried herself into exhaustion. So she slept like the dead, not waking until the following afternoon.

Her mother had gone off to her shifts at the diner next door, leaving Beverly to sluggishly rise from bed. With no desire to venture outside, she called her old boss from the tailoring shop downtown and ordered some fabrics. She planned to make a backpack for Gordon

Truth be told, she probably wouldn’t have gone through the trouble for anyone else. But when Gordon had timidly asked for the favor, his eyes were so bright, his voice so earnest, she couldn’t help but take the request to heart.

By evening, the shop owner had called to say he’d sent someone to deliver her order and it would soon be at her doorstep. Grateful, Beverly thanked him and waited patiently at home.

Time seemed to crawl by until there was a knock on her door.

She hastened to answer but paused, a sudden caution gripping her. “Who is it?” she called out, her voice tinged with suspicion.

A brief silence followed before the reply came. “Delivery.”

Delivery? But it was supposed to be a runner.

Beverly’s confusion deepened. “Did you come from in town or out of town? I ordered a lot.”

*Just open the door and you’ll see,” the voice said, unsettlingly vague.

Something felt off, very off.

Whether it was past traumas making her overly sensitive, Beverly’s instincts screamed danger.

didn’t order anything online. Maybe you’ve got the wrong

came a violent thud against

hand clamped over

Bang! Bang! Bang!

old, weathered door shook under the force of the blows,

she connected a call to 911, a tall man in black burst through the

tears

see his face, the man tackled her

Beverly’s vision blurred, her desperate fingers clawing at the intruder’s vise–like grip.

slipped away, the pressure around her

room, shadows clashing in a violent dance.

of awareness, she thought she heard someone

sounded like Gordon’s voice.

and she

He had come

hadn’t expected was to walk

quickly overpowered, and he

bastard, then die

kitchen knife and lunged at

flash, a butterfly knife whizzed through the air, striking the man’s arm and forcing him to drop the knife

disbelief etched

closed in with the speed of lightning, his boot connecting with the man’s chest and sending him crashing to the

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