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-!

the sharp sound of slicing air, rushed towards them from a

dragged down by the malicious Harvey, she heard

caught in her throat,

air seemed to freeze,

opened a gruesome hole

mouth agape, his face twisted in shock

her eyes

what she found instead

to grab Elsie's arm, pulling her into his

roar.

bent over her, his broad body curling around her, offering his warmth as a

whispered, trembling with aftershock. Tears flowed,

chaos, yet his

reciprocate his embrace, but her arms felt like they were filled with

"Thank God... thank God!"

I've been involved in, in three years. Old

a sharpshooter, if not for his help from

Ashbourne looked towards the church, filled with relief, "Our Ashbourne family men, they don't compare to

his eyes wide open in death, was a ghastly

with a white cloth and took him away

on the church's rooftop, had completed his difficult mission. Packing up his rifle, his deep eyes calm and composed, he quietly retreated, leaving his mark

the clouds, deep, quiet, yet making the

statement.