His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 673

Thaddeus had a look of sheer panic as the chicken nugget slipped from his fingers and plummeted into the bubbling oil of the deep fryer.

Hot oil spattered across the back of his hand and up his arm, the pain snapping him back to reality as his lips parted awkwardly, muttering. “Elvis”

“You’re always talking about that stuff. Are you really that horny?”

Elvis snorted softly, craning his neck to peer into the fryer, “I dunno if Evadne caught a whiff yet, but I sure followed the scent over here. Smells like something’s burning, though.”

That caught Thaddeus off guard, and he suddenly realized that the chicken he’d dropped in earlier was still submerged.

He fumbled for the slotted spoon, but by the time he fished out the nuggets, they’d turned a deep brown.

The corners of Thaddeus‘ eyes drooped in dismay, and he was instantly reminded of the first time Chairman Emeric had tried his cooking, labeling it a string of “failures.”

It was like a curse he couldn’t shake.

“Look, I get it, you’re trying to be sweet, but don’t force yourself into something that’s clearly not your forte. If you scald yourself and end up with blisters, it’s Evadne who’s going to suffer, right?”

Saying this, Elvis shrugged off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and positioned himself next to Thaddeus, nudging him aside with his hip, “Go stand over there and chill. Don’t get in the way.”

Thaddeus‘ eyes widened in surprise, “You’re going to take over?”

“If I leave it to you, my little sis will end up eating charcoal.”

Thaddeus didn’t get upset because Elvis was absolutely right; he’d overestimated his cooking skills.

Elvis washed his hands and expertly lowered the chicken into the fryer, watching the clock and counting the seconds before stirring the oil and soon after, retrieving the perfectly cooked nuggets!

Thaddeus stood by, assisting Elvis and absorbing every move with rapt attention.

“Got it yet?” asked Elvis, not even looking up.

Thaddeus nodded, “Yeah.”

“Your eyes may have got it, but your hands sure didn’t.”

Thaddeus frowned with a rueful smile, “Elvis, sometimes, I need a little encouragement.”

Elvis‘ long lashes fluttered as he glanced at Thaddeus, “Fail a few more times, and you’ll get it right. I’ve botched it up countless times myself before getting it to look half decent. If Evadne didn’t love it so much, who in their right mind would bother with this mess? It’s filthy, it’s a hassle, and you can’t get rid of the smell of oil for days! Sometimes, you shouldn’t spoil her too much. If you let her get her way all the time, she’ll be demanding you cook every day, then what’ll you do?”

Thaddeus‘ eyes glowed softly as he gently smiled, “Doesn’t matter. As long as Evadne’s happy, I’m willing to do anything, no matter how troublesome it is.”

“Pfft, easy for anyone to say,” Elvis responded with feigned disdain, but inside, he felt a warmth spreading.

“Wow! Fried chicken! Smells amazing!”

Both men turned around.

Now the real little foodie had arrived.

With the weather turning cooler and to better care for Emeric, Evadne had swapped her delicate silk nightgowns for a cozy, milk white fleece loungewear, setting off her moon–bright face. From a distance, she looked like a celestial rabbit morphed into a human, landing in the mortal realm, soft and adorable.

“Thad, Elvis, when did you guys get back? You could’ve at least let me know.”

Evadne scampered over in her slippers, bringing with her a sweet, warm breeze and flung herself into Thaddeus‘ embrace.

“Evadne, Im covered in flour, I’ll get your clothes dirty.” Thaddeus gently warned, his flour–dusted hands hovering mid–air, not daring to touch her

“Did you really make this for me just because I mentioned it last night?”

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the flour from his cheek, her heart both sour and tender, “What are you doing, you silly man? You’re already running around between two places every day, working and then coming back to be with me. It’s hard enough. For something like this, we could’ve just ordered in. You didn’t need to tire

Your happiness is what matters the

arms wrapped around her waist, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked over at Elvis, “Besides, I didn’t really do much. It was

made them nice and crispy.”

Pfff!

clutched his chest as a mouthful of fictional

work and Thaddeus‘ assistance, two plates of golden, crispy fried chicken

Thaddeus‘ few failed attempts sat neglected in a

try some of

sister’s eyes light up, “It’s been a while since I cooked for you. Let’s

her hands, took

cooking is still as fantastic as

pleased smile spread across

flashed back to a

managed to safely escape from the

about her? Had Avery discovered everything she’d done? She had gone to Matthew to buy him time; did

Avery and was wary of her status, after last

about that woman.

decent could be found in Avery’s

all that bad

Evadne, don’t

alarm, but it

her cavernous mouth and devoured his charred offerings, savoring them

not

“You don’t have to force yourself

made with love. How could they not be

piece and ate it with evident pleasure, showing no sign of pretense, “Besides, what does it matter if they’re black or golden? Once they’re in your stomach, it’s all

and he couldn’t resist planting a kiss on her

clutched his chest and closed his

regretted it so much.

he come back to be the third

storm here, and I can’t eat all this myself. Lucky for us, Arnold

be great, I was about to call them over too.”

darkening. “Tonight, I’ve come back with something

Aaron had made

and the couple gathered around the dinner table which had transformed into an impromptu war

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suspense, spill it. What’s the big secret you’ve been keeping from us?” Arnold prodded,

you so on edge because you

Arnold chucked a chicken bone

then he tossed

all leaned in,

about avenging our brother? Inside

Arnold and Captain

envelope and dumped its contents out for

up a portion and started reading. Shock and anger

under the Chambers Group, managed by Matthew, has raised over one million in just two years. But that money never went to helping impoverished students–it all went straight into Matthew’s own pocket. And that’s not all. He’s been hosting so–called

his eyes burned red with fury. “These girls just wanted a chance at education, but

on the table, Evadne trembled with rage, “That

Aaron’s eyes matched hers, “We should’ve taken him down when we dealt with Byron.

it will be served. He won’t be hopping around for much longer,” Arnold reassured, patting Aaron on the shoulder.

Byron was blatant with his actions, relying on his background. But Matthew, he’s a master of disguise, his deeds are done in the shadows, and to the

you getting at, Thaddeus?” Evadne

much evil, he must have set

piercing gaze. “The evidence here is explosive but not detailed or substantial enough. It’s clear it’s not the full picture. It’s enough to scare but not enough to convict. We need further investigation, more witnesses to step forward. As a prosecutor, Arnold should know this better than

bro, he’s cueing

“Ah? Oh, right,”