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.

you’ve got

thud against the door.

backward, hand clamped over her

Bang! Bang! Bang!

blows, as if it would come crashing down at any

connected a call to 911, a tall man in black

cried out, tears streaming down

see his face, the man tackled her to the ground, his hands closing around

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

consciousness slipped away, the pressure around her neck

of a struggle filled the room, shadows clashing in a

thought she

sounded like Gordon’s

darkness consumed her, and she knew

the cramped living room. He had come

expected was to walk in

he was no Jason; his limited skills were quickly overpowered, and he was soon on

then die

a kitchen knife and lunged at Gordon with

air, striking the man’s arm

gasped, disbelief etched on

of lightning, his boot connecting with the man’s chest

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