His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 984

"But, you know, Sir isn't as shameless, as despicable, or as vile as you," she spat out, her words laced with contempt.

Hans, with his tall and imposing figure, leaned over, casually plucked a rose from the nearby bush, and tore off a petal to chew on. "Sir would never stoop to such barbaric acts of conquest, like some beast. Sir would make Ms. Evadne willingly accept him, bit by bit, fall in love with him."

A shiver ran down Avery's broad shoulders, a chill that wasn't from the cold.

Evadne, however, wasn't as terrified. More than anything, she was curious, suspicious even. She even thought that being taken by that Sir might be a better fate than being trapped by Avery's side. At least she'd be closer to the heart of evil, at least she'd have a chance to unveil the true face behind the curtain, to strike at the heart of it all. But with Avery, she felt powerless. For all his appearance of dignity, glory, and prowess, he was nothing more than a watchdog raised by that man.

And she had a hunch, a feeling in her bones, that Hans's visit would bring significant upheaval. Even if they didn't make their move, Avery, who had outlived his usefulness, was on borrowed time.

...

As night fell, the ocean waves roared.

Years of living as a hitman had almost robbed Hans of the need for sleep. He lay sprawled on the living room's red velvet sofa, gazing up at the ornate chandelier on the ceiling, lost in thought. Suddenly, the soft sound of footsteps approached him. Hans, his ears twitching, made no move to get up, recognizing the steps as those of Ms. Evadne, who had found herself in a muddy mess earlier, always on the verge of tears.

suddenly, his vision was filled

fresh red apple in front of him. Whether from weakness or some emotional turmoil, her pale, delicate hands

Evadne's voice

took the apple, and bit

apples, Mr. Hans?" Evadne asked, her

a brother who loved apples since we

him, her eyes brimming with tears, "In our backyard, we had two apple trees. I used to climb

silent,

99% proficiency rate. But

curiosity crossed Hans's face, a

"And that 1% was?"

"Luck."

her thin cheeks, "In a plane crash, his plane plunged into the sea; no one on board, crew or passengers,

as if her words held no