His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 963

She was ready to burn her bridges, because she'd long since lost her will to live.

Even though she knew Elvis was waiting for her, she didn't want to continue. He deserved someone better. She couldn't hold him back.

Sunny was just a dark flower, sprouted from the soil of her own despair, nurtured in a greenhouse of sin. Before she withered away, her only wish was to drag Harvey down with her into the abyss!

"Elsie... I treated you so well... and you betray me... you've been deceiving me all along!"

In that moment, Harvey's eyes were wild, his face a mask of fury and madness, crying and laughing as if possessed, "Fine then... if that's how it is, let's end it all!

You did all this just to be with Elvis, to be star-crossed lovers. Hah... but you'll never get your wish in this lifetime!"

Harvey's grip tightened around Elsie's neck, slowly backing towards the edge of the rooftop.

Finally, his cold, damp kiss landed on Elsie's pale cheek, mixed with a bitter tear, "Ellie... if we can't be together in life, then let's be together in death, in another world."

The next second, Elsie's heart clenched painfully, her body felt weightless as she began to fall backward!

"Ellie!"

Elvis roared, his tall figure dashing towards Elsie like a shooting star!

Meanwhile, from the rooftop of the church.

Whoosh-!

sound of slicing air,

malicious Harvey, she heard a crisp crack overhead, like an egg smashing against a

in her throat, her heart

seemed to

opened a gruesome hole right in the center

in shock and pain, as

her eyes tightly, bracing

what she found instead was

Elsie's arm, pulling her into

roar.

broad body curling around her, offering his warmth as

whispered, trembling with aftershock. Tears flowed, hearts

body was in chaos, yet his embrace was

trying to reciprocate his embrace, but her arms felt

"Thank God... thank God!"

chest, "I swear, this is the most terrifying crime scene I've been involved in, in three years. Old detectives say this happens all the time, but I'm

sharpshooter, if not for his help from the shadows, we couldn't imagine

towards the church, filled with relief, "Our Ashbourne family

with his eyes wide open

a white cloth and

his rifle, his deep eyes calm and composed, he quietly retreated,

clouds, deep, quiet, yet making the most

statement.