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.

There was no euphoria, only torture

to die. What on earth was this

the sound of a shower came

next; tonight, she was destined to be a man's plaything. But even as a toy, she would

quietly got up, her steps silent like a cat's, and

inside a suit jacket. Elsie's eyes brightened as she

"Hey! What're you doing?!"

came from behind her, causing Elsie's heart to pound, her body stiff as she turned

his face contorted in anger, his waist as thick as a trunk, was barely wrapped in a towel, looking at her

in the bathroom was non-stop, and that was why Elsie didn't noticed this

damn bitch, daring to sift through my stuff?!" The foreigner gritted

gorgeous dress soaked with cold sweat, she clenched her fists tightly,

she had been

quickly pulled a hairpin from her bun, her sleek, glossy hair cascading down her back, stunning in

"Don't come any closer!"

at your mercy! With

his back. In the next instant, the dark muzzle of

naturally kept weapons on them, even

take from me? Hand it over!" His eyes

burning with a desperate fire, her

think just because you're Mr. Chambers' woman, I wouldn't dare touch

"You're just a toy Mr. Chambers sent for my amusement. If he really cared about you, why would he let you