His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 371

Over here, Elvis had already dealt with the two foreigners, including the feeble bodyguards who were no match for him. He had beaten them till they ended up with bloody noses and swollen faces and locked them up in the compartment of the restroom, even hanging a 'Do Not Disturb' sign outside the door.

They were all so weak, hardly enough to warm him up.

However, he couldn't make a big scene. He had to finish the job quickly. After all, they were in Elmsworth, not abroad. Considering his status, he couldn't be too conspicuous.

As Elvis left the nightclub, he received a call from Arnold.

"All sorted out, Arnold. You can relax and enjoy your time with your girlfriend. They won't be bothering you anymore." He said, yawning out of boredom.

"She's not my girlfriend, so cut the crap!" Arnold's tone suggested that his mood was far from good, sounding rather grumpy.

"What, you think I'm stupid or blind? The way you played the knight in shining armor tonight, and how the girl knew your name, even throwing herself into your arms. It's pretty clear you two are more than just friends."

Elvis whistled, "What's there to be ashamed of? Dating isn't something to be embarrassed about. Or are you planning to stay single till forty and be dubbed an old bachelor?"

"Elvis, do me a favor."

Arnold took a deep breath, "Look into that two guys who caused trouble for Camille tonight for me. We've only solved half of the problem. I'm afraid they'll target her again in a few days."

"I've thought of that too. I've checked, and those two don't have much influence in Elmsworth. They're just top brass of a foreign construction company."

"Construction company?"

"Yeah, your girlfriend sure has a wide range of contacts."

Elvis chuckled, "I'll have some juicy gossip to share with Evadne tonight!"

"If you don't want to upset Evadne, don't mention anything about tonight to her."

Arnold's voice took on a somber tone, "Camille is Evadne's best friend. If you tell her about this, it'll only make her worry. She won't even get a good night's sleep."

Elvis was taken aback, "Well, well, well! What a small world!"

"Shut up! I'm hanging up!"

With that, Arnold really did hang up the phone.

Elvis chuckled, then took out a sleek, palm-sized ultra-thin notebook computer from his pocket, a device with a cutting-edge piece of technology every senior special agent had, which was almost impossible to come by domestically.

On this device, he could look up a lot of information.

So, he checked the license plate number of the luxury car.

The answer came quickly.

"A car under the Chambers Group? Interesting."

Elvis looked at the results, thinking of that face that looked so much like Evadne's, his eyes slightly narrowing, "Ms. Archer, whose side are you really on? Matthew? Byron? Or Avery?"

Arnold took Camille back to his house in Elmsworth.

The prestigious son of the Ashbourne family actually didn't have his own villa in Elmsworth. He lived in a flat with simple decorations, which was quite unexpected for Camille.

"You can stay in this room."

Arnold led Camille to the door of a spacious room, "It has a bathroom, and there are my pajamas in the closet. If you don't mind, you can make do with them for one night."

"Why are you so stubborn?" Camille sighed helplessly.

"Because you're Evadne's best friend, I can't just ignore what happened."

"About her."

"Don't worry, I won't mention anything about tonight to Evadne. I don't want her to worry more than you do."

Camille felt a little relieved upon hearing this.

After many years of contacting, Evadne was no longer just the one who had offered her a ray of hope in the face of adversity. She was not only her friend but also her family. She didn't want to worry her, let alone cause her any trouble.

Just then, Camille's phone rang.

She glanced at the screen, her eyes suddenly dimming. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped her phone.

Arnold clearly sensed her mood plummeting. He tactfully exited the room and closed the door.

But he didn't leave immediately, instead choosing to eavesdrop.

He knew it wasn't the best thing to do, but for some reason, he had an inexplicable desire to take care of her.

Moreover, he could sense that no matter how he asked, Camille hadn’t told his any truth along the way after they left the nightclub.

With years of experience as a procurator, he already had developed a keen mind, enabling him to detect her abnormalities.

Inside the room, Camille hesitated for a moment before finally picking up the call with a heavy sigh.

"Dad."

"What exactly happened tonight?"

Mr. Evert's voice came from the other end of the phone, devoid of warmth or emotion, only filled with interrogative anger.

"There was a bit of a situation, so the dinner party ended early." Camille's voice was low and raspy.

"What kind of situation? Can't you prioritize?"

Another woman's harsh voice came from the other end. It was Mrs. Evert, "I told you, she couldn't possibly help you properly. It would be a miracle if she doesn't squander all your money."

Camille clenched her fists tightly, her face pale as a sheet.

One thing that others didn't know, even Evadne was kept in the dark about.