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-!

light, followed by the sharp sound of slicing air, rushed towards them from a hundred

be dragged down by the malicious Harvey, she heard a crisp crack overhead, like an

throat, her heart racing with

air seemed to freeze,

bullet had opened a gruesome hole right in

stared, mouth agape, his face twisted in shock and pain, as

her eyes tightly,

instead was

fell, Elvis managed to grab Elsie's arm, pulling her into

roar.

body curling around her, offering his warmth as a

right," Elvis whispered,

chaos, yet his embrace was

wedding gown, collapsed into his arms, desperately trying to reciprocate his embrace, but her arms felt like they were filled with

"Thank God... thank God!"

scene I've been involved in, in three years. Old detectives say this happens all

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

towards the church, filled with relief,

wide open in

a white cloth and

Packing up his rifle, his deep eyes calm and composed,

the wind, like the clouds, deep, quiet, yet making

statement.