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.

no euphoria, only torture of body and

fell, she thought she was going to die.

sound of a shower came from

tonight, she was destined to be a man's plaything. But even as a toy, she would extract every last ounce

some on those men, so she quietly got up, her steps silent like a cat's, and quickly sifted

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

"Hey! What're you doing?!"

behind her, causing Elsie's heart to pound,

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

and that was why Elsie didn't noticed this beast had

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

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

been searched: no phone, no

she quickly pulled a hairpin from her bun, her sleek, glossy hair cascading down

"Don't come any closer!"

at your mercy! With this, I can take your pity life just as

foreigner laughed brutally, and then reached behind his back. In the next instant, the dark muzzle of a gun

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

from me? Hand it over!"

body burning with a desperate fire, her gaze resolute.

Chambers' woman, I

Chambers sent for my amusement. If he really cared about you, why would he let you sleep