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 of body

going to die. What on

the sound of a shower came

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

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

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

"Hey! What're you doing?!"

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

waist as thick as a

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

my stuff?!" The foreigner gritted his teeth

cold sweat, she

been searched:

idea struck her, and she quickly pulled a hairpin from her bun,

"Don't come any closer!"

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

back. In the next instant, the

dealers, accustomed to violence, naturally kept weapons

you take from me? Hand

a desperate fire, her gaze resolute. "Don't ask. I won't tell

you're Mr. Chambers' woman,

amusement. If he