His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 669

It was the witching hour at the Velvet Haven, and the two bouncers stationed at the entrance were struggling to keep their eyelids from waging war against each other. They were eagerly anticipating the moment they could clock out and head home.

But then came a rustling sound that cut through the stillness of the night.

One bouncer, yawning and stretching, froze. “Hey, you hear that? Sounds like something’s stirring.”

The other, whose mind was already half into his pillow, mumbled, “Stirring? Nah, it’s dead quiet.”

“No, for real, listen, it’s like something’s scraping against the wall!”

The second bouncer’s skin crawled at the thought. “Man, don’t freak me out. This plot used to be an old graveyard. You try to give me nightmares?”

“I’m gonna check it out. You stay put,” the first bouncer said, grabbing a flashlight and rounding the corner to the back of the club:

His light danced across the walls, eventually angling upwards.

And there, just as the harsh beam missed him by an inch, stood Elvis, casually leaning against the window ledge on the fifth floor, hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets. Below him, the city sprawled out, unaware of his silent judgment.

The bouncer saw nothing amiss and wandered off, scratching his head in confusion.

“Blind as a bat,” Elvis muttered under his breath, his eyes glittering with malice. In a swift motion, a slender glass cutter appeared between his fingers, and within moments, he had carved a neat hole in the window and slipped inside like a shadow.

Meanwhile, inside the club’s most exclusive VIP lounge, where the minimum spend had more zeros than most people saw in a year, Matthew was living it up with his entourage. Women clung to him like bees to honey, but he wasn’t satisfied. He beckoned a bombshell with curves in all the right places to straddle his lap and feed him shots, lip to lip.

“Hey! That’s what I’m talking ‘bout! Mr. Chambers, born with a silver spoon! Just a temporary slump, man, you’re destined for the top!”

“Spot on! And that Avery guy? A mutt who got lucky, thinks he can run with the big dogs now. Mr. Chambers, you gotta make him regret crossing you. Make him spit out whatever he took from you!”

The mention of Avery stealing his CEO position sent a surge of rage through Matthew, and he abruptly sent the gaggle of party girls scattering.

“Out! Get the hell out, all of ya!” he bellowed.

The women fled, and one of his lackeys sidled up. “Mr. Chambers, did those dames not satisfy your taste?” –

“Pfft, the Velvet Haven? More like The Velvet Hell,” Matthew grumbled, loosening his tie irritably.

“The real gem of the Velvet Haven is the manager herself. Heard she’s a sight that would make your heart race,” the lackey whispered.

A lascivious glint sparked in Matthew’s eyes. “Oh?”

“Yeah, she’s like a ghost, only gracing the V–level clients with her presence. But a buddy of mine caught a glimpse. Damn, she’s a siren! Just one look and you’re standing at attention, if you get my drift.”

Matthew’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his hand strayed to his tie again as another part of him stirred.

“He also said she looks like the Skyrim heiress, Evadne! Imagine having her serve you, it’d be like having Evadne herself. You’d feel like Thaddeus on cloud nine!”

Laughter erupted around the table.

quelling his lust. Look like Evadne?

If he couldn’t have Evadne, why

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from her shimmering tresses down to her stiletto heels. Clad in a figure–hugging, lilac silk gown that bared her

red wine, Elsie entered the room filled with surveillance monitors, her heels clicking rhythmically against the –

floor.

employees stood at attention. “Ms.

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Elsie inquired, sipping

Avery brought his crew to

“Ms. Archer, considering the beef between Matthew and Mr. Avery, shouldn’t we?”

Grudges don’t pay the bills,” Elsie retorted with a curl of

grinned in

to make Matthew pay a large sum

trained her well since her youth, and surveillance was just one of her many skills. Where others saw a dizzying array of screens, she could spot an

figure on one of the screens caught her eye. Elvis. His presence was like a gust

did he get in? What was

night. Take a break, I’ve prepared some food in the lounge. I’ll

Archer! You’re the best!”

pulled up the footage of Elvis and began

on the screen assaulted her trembling pupils. His piercing eyes, cool and sharp, irresistibly pulled her in, sinking

no time for admiration;

was wiped from

top–tier counter–surveillance skills, had underestimated Avery’s obsession and seriously overlooked the Velvet Haven’s state–of–the–art security system..

was just a ruse to

every nook and cranny–behind mirrors, nestled in flower pots. Even a

a

one so distractingly good–looking.

Elvis walked with a cool, determined stride, unfazed by the

he could get in, he was confident he could

Matthew, that son of a gun, had it coming, and

revenge.

the pockets of his black trench coat as he

his arm,

eyes darkened, muscles tensing for a

space between the storage shelves forced their bodies

their eyes met, he

“It’s you.”

Elsie pressed her fingers to his lips as sweat

away, a squad of security guards passed by their hiding

their footsteps faded away did Elsie’s racing heart begin to settle, her trembling hand slowly moving away from his

mouth.