His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 1000

The impact of that face on the two men was like a storm surge, shaking the very foundations of their reality, indescribable in its intensity!

Especially Elvis, who couldn't believe his eyes, his pupils quivering with emotion as he cried out:

"Jack?! Jack, is that you?!"

Hans merely stared back, his expression as calm and undisturbed as a still pond.

"Elvis, get a grip, man! Look closer!"

Thaddeus, too, was shocked to his core!

But he had never actually met the living Jack Hamilton; he had only seen the handsome pilot in the Hamilton family's portraits. So, he quickly steadied his emotions, his jaw clenched tight:

"Wasn't Jack declared dead after that plane crash? After all these years without even finding his body, how could he possibly still be alive?!

This guy, he might just be a lookalike, a distraction Avery's throwing our way! Elvis, snap out of it, don't let your eyes deceive you!"

Hearing this, Hans couldn't help but frown deeply.

Another one, no, two more.

This Jack fellow sure had a lot of folks thinking about him, missing him, even years after his supposed death.

Truth be told, after his spat with Evadne, Hans had gone back and looked up this Jack Hamilton on his phone.

For the first time in his memory, he felt an unprecedented curiosity about another person.

pilot uniform, handsome and beaming in the

man was both a stranger and yet, somehow, not

how could that

an orphan with no parents, a

and Jack had

dozen, weren't they? "Thaddeus, we brothers grew up together, Jack was the brother I was closest to!" Elvis stared fixedly at the man before him, his emotions almost bursting through,

"I'm not."

at them, his voice distant and cold, "I'm not the man you're

of your 'kin'

fell, he moved like a shadow, charging at Elvis with the

"Elvis, watch out!"

Sweat beaded on Thaddeus's

his eyes as

he drew

moving Hans, his finger ready on

school, his shooting was top-notch,

was confident he could take him down! "Thaddeus! Don't

cry cut through the tension, sensing the imminent

reflexes, he dodged just in time; otherwise, that blade would have

eyes widened

this

were ruthless, his killing intent cold and merciless. How could this

unleashed almost all of his speed in that strike, yet Elvis

at meeting his match flickering in his eyes, as he swung his deadly

"Thaddeus! Go now!"

movements, Elvis once