His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 956

Elsie was tightly gripped by Harvey as he desperately made their way to the back of the church.

But where could they possibly go?

The police had the church surrounded on all sides. Harvey was cornered, with no way out!

"Just stop struggling..."

Elsie, held close in his embrace, her face as pale as a sheet, lips turning a shade of blue from being choked for too long, gasped, "You... you've got nowhere to run. You and Avery... it's all over!"

"Shut up!" Harvey roared, his eyes bloodshot, his body trembling uncontrollably.

But Elsie couldn't help but laugh, a mix of relief, joy, and satisfaction twinkling in

her eyes.

Cornered, Harvey had no choice but to drag her up an old ten-story bell tower at the back of the church.

The tower was sealed off. Their only hope was a helicopter for a miraculous escape.

But when Harvey tried calling his contacts, it was as if they had all conspired against him, not a single one answered his calls.

ungrateful curs!" he exploded in

the Chambers Group? Did you actually believe those rats from Helgen would still dance to your tune?" Elsie laughed brightly, her disdain

Avery... you're nothing but stray dogs now, with nothing ahead but a

did all this for us! Do you have any idea the lengths I've gone to be with

his grip on Elsie, nearly breaking, his mind on the brink of collapse, "Ellie... why can't you see my heart? Why

sent to the beds of different men to further

malicious laughter of those men echoed in her ears, the degrading scenes flashing before her eyes, "You just watched for years. Did you ever

the hand holding

terrified. No, not just fear, there was admiration, a willingness to submit to him. And me? I was just a prize you'd claim when the time was right, after I'd lost all value to him. After all, you've been his loyal dog for years;

save those lies

words were merciless, piercing through his facade

anger and heartache, but ultimately,

were sharp

couldn't even lie

"Ellie!"

reach the top of the tower, his grip tight on his gun, pointed

soaked with sweat, looked tearfully at Elvis as he approached, unable to

knew, retreat was not in Elvis's

do, she won't make it