His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 840

The girls stared in shock at Elsie, standing cool and composed between two menacing brutes.

She was as frail as they were, yet in that moment, she seemed towering and invincible to them, an impassable fortress.

The two men exchanged glances, one of them leering at her suggestively, "Why don't you take two? Then tell us how it feels."

They knew Elsie was important to Avery, so they dared not force her to take too many, fearing trouble.

Elsie took two blue pills into her palm, staring at them intently, a trace of crimson climbing the corners of her eyes.

She swallowed the pills one by one, dry, without any water to wash them down.

The girls held their breath for Ms. Archer, their eyes welling up with tears. Within a minute, Elsie felt a buzzing in her head, her heartbeat accelerated, and her muscles twitched uncontrollably.

"Ms. Archer! Ms. Archer!"

She heard the girls calling her name in panic. The next second, the world spun, and she fell backward, losing consciousness completely.

When Elsie opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in a lavishly decorated

room.

The decor told her she was still in the mansion, still in danger. Elsie propped herself up from the bed, her dress still intact; she wasn't violated.

Her trembling hand touched her chest. Her heart was still racing as if it would derail, her mind a fog of thick confusion.

powerful. There was no

she was going to die. What

sound of a shower came from the

was destined to be a man's

men, so she quietly got up, her steps silent like a cat's,

found more blue pills stashed inside a suit jacket. Elsie's eyes brightened as she clutched the pills tightly in her

"Hey! What're you doing?!"

heart to pound, her body

in anger, his waist as thick as a trunk, was barely wrapped in a towel, looking

water in the bathroom was non-stop, and that was why Elsie didn't noticed this beast had come out; she'd let

bitch, daring to sift through my stuff?!" The foreigner gritted his teeth as he advanced

sweat, she clenched

had been searched: no

quickly pulled a hairpin from her bun, her sleek,

"Don't come any closer!"

pointed the sharp hairpin at the man, "Don't think I'm at your mercy! With this,

foreigner laughed brutally, and then reached behind his back. In the next instant,

drug dealers, accustomed to violence, naturally kept weapons on them, even in

Hand it

burning with a desperate fire, her

Mr. Chambers' woman, I

Mr. Chambers sent for my amusement. If