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

root. If he couldn’t have Evadne,

/

his secretary with a lecherous gaze. “Bring the Velvet Hayen’s manager here, tell her to join me for a drink.” Tonight, Elsie, even without a single patron to entertain, was the epitome of allure from her shimmering tresses down to her stiletto heels. Clad in a figure–hugging, lilac silk gown that bared her sculpted back, she was the embodiment of sensuality and finesse It

room filled with surveillance monitors, her

floor.

at

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smoothly?” Elsie inquired, sipping her wine elegantly.

Mr. Avery brought his crew to VIP Room 001.”

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

big in our priciest room, we treat him well. Grudges don’t pay the bills,” Elsie retorted with

grinned in understanding.

to make Matthew pay a large sum

discerning. Avery had trained her well since her youth, and surveillance was just one of her many skills. Where others saw a dizzying array of

screens caught her eye. Elvis. His presence was like a

a member; how did he get in? What

her racing heart, Elsie smiled and told her men, “You’ve been watching all night. Take a break, I’ve prepared some food in the lounge. I’ll keep

you, Ms. Archer! You’re the

the footage of Elvis and

gaze of high–definition surveillance, Elvis‘ strikingly handsome features on the screen assaulted her trembling pupils. His piercing eyes, cool and sharp, irresistibly pulled her in, sinking her

for admiration;

was wiped from the surveillance feed.

a former secret agent with top–tier counter–surveillance skills, had underestimated Avery’s obsession and seriously overlooked the

a ruse

place was rigged with sophisticated cameras hidden in every nook and cranny–behind mirrors, nestled in flower pots. Even a fly, no matter how

alone a

one so distractingly

a cool, determined stride, unfazed by the possibility

get in, he was confident

gun, had it coming, and

revenge.

of his black trench coat as he

of delicate hands clutched his arm, pulling

muscles tensing for a

shelves forced their bodies

eyes met, he finally saw her

“It’s you.”

Elsie pressed her fingers to his lips as

of security guards passed by

begin to settle, her trembling

mouth.