His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 542

"What the heck? Beverly was snatched up by Evadne and Thaddeus?"

In the bedroom, Matthew had his reluctant wife, Elva, pinned down on the bed, savagely ripping off her nightgown, ready to fulfill this week's "duty."

Ever since Avery climbed to the top and became the apple of their father's eye, Matthew's stress skyrocketed. Now, whenever he had the energy, he would force Elva into bed with him, all for the sake of getting her pregnant with the Chambers Group's heir as quickly as possible.

His father was all about legacy, loved a big bustling family. Being the eldest son, if he could produce the first grandson, he'd have even more security within the family, an extra chip over Avery!

But, just as he was about to get down to business, an urgent phone call deflated him on the spot, causing him to end hurriedly!

"Are you sure? That couple took the girl away?" Matthew rolled out of bed in his birthday suit, scrambling to pull on his pants in a panic, as if he'd been caught in the act.

"Our eyes on the ground report that it was Thaddeus's secretary Gordon who picked up Beverly. No one else could've done it!"

The secretary's voice was laced with urgency, "And they said Beverly didn't look like she was forced, she seemed to go willingly! Mr. Chambers, you don't think the girl's had a change of heart, planning to testify, do you?"

"What do you want me to say? Do I look like I've got a psychic hotline to her gut? Sheesh!"

Matthew bellowed in anger, his polished public facade crumbling away, scaring Elva into a shiver.

"What's the plan, Mr. Chambers?"

Matthew cinched his belt with a vicious glare, "That Beverly, whether she's switched sides or not, she's a liability we can't afford to keep!"

Elva's eyes widened in fear, her hands clutching the sheets tighter.

The secretary sought confirmation, "You mean take her out?"

"She's with that evil couple right now, so let's not spook the horses just yet. We don't want to draw their attention. It'll make it harder to make a move."

Matthew moved to the window, his voice low and dangerous, "Wait until she's back on her own turf, then find the right moment to act within the next couple of days. The sooner, the better."

"Got it."

"And don't use our own people."

Matthew's lips twisted with malice, "Let's keep it clean. Whoever's mess it is, they clean it up."

The call ended, and his mood for love had vanished. He dressed in haste and headed for the door.

"Matthew." Elva's voice was timid as she tried to stop him.

"What now?" Matthew snapped, not even giving her a glance.

Their marriage was a political arrangement, the emotional foundation weak. With Elva failing to bear him a child over the years, and her family's declining influence, he cared even less for her.

Elva's voice trembled, torn by her emotions, "Matthew, maybe just let it go."

Matthew's brow furrowed as he stared at her, "Let it go? What are you babbling about?"

"That girl, just spare her. She's already suffered enough."

Before she could finish, Matthew's hand flew across her face in a slap!

"How many times have I told you? Don't ask, don't meddle in my business! Now you're sympathizing with some lowlife, challenging me? Everything I do is for the Chambers family!"

Elva was left reeling, a buzzing in her ears.

She hurriedly corrected herself, her voice shaky, "No, not sympathy. I'm just thinking of your best interest. Having blood on your hands isn't a good look, and if the cops trace it back to you, even without direct evidence, it could tarnish your reputation. And if Avery uses this against you, it could shake your standing in the company. Besides, you don't need to dirty your hands for Byron's sake."

Matthew's anger subsided slightly, a sneer forming, "You think I'm so foolish as to not cover my tracks? Such naive thoughts from a foolish woman. I'm helping Byron to curry favor with Dad. Can't you see the obvious benefits? And who said I've got blood on my hands? They're clean as a whistle. No investigation will trace back to me."

His gaze threatened her as he gripped her jaw, "Elva, we're married. I'm sure you wouldn't want to disappoint your politically retired dad or your brother by spilling secrets, right?"

Through tears, Elva nodded.

For safety, Evadne and Thaddeus took Beverly to their home in Elmsworth.

The grand, tasteful villa and the serene, mirror-like lake in the backyard left the modest girl utterly awestruck. She had imagined the home of wealthy elites to be lavish beyond measure, but never expected this warm, stylish subtlety, exuding unattainable elegance in every low-key detail.

"Beverly, make yourself at home," Evadne said, not disturbing Alva but instead personally bringing over freshly cut fruit.

Beverly sat stiffly on the sofa, her limbs bound by invisible cords, shrinking into a pitiful ball.

"Juice? Tea? Coffee? I'll make you some," offered Thaddeus, his expression reserved but his voice gentle.

Beverly glanced between Evadne and Thaddeus, and suddenly, unable to hold it in any longer, she burst into tears.

Her pretty face streamed with tears that plopped onto her clenched hands resting on her knees.

"Ms. Higgins, please, don't cry," Gordon fumbled with a bunch of tissues, thrusting them toward her.

Watching her frail back hunched and shaking as if she couldn't catch her breath, he hadn't seen someone cry so hysterically in a long time, and it tugged at his heartstrings.

Despite her unrestrained sobbing, her genuine vulnerability was undeniably touching.

"Evadne, did I scare her?" Thaddeus froze in place, his eyes betraying a frantic concern as he gazed upon Evadne.

"Oh, lighten up, Thad. You've got that look again, like someone stiffed you on a multi-million-dollar deal," Evadne teased, unable to resist poking fun at him.

Thaddeus frowned and turned to Gordon for confirmation. Was his expression really that off-putting?

Gordon nodded, affirming without a doubt. Thaddeus's gloomy face was his characteristic.

Evadne moved to sit beside Beverly, gently wiping away her tears and blowing her nose with the kind of tender care one reserves for a sister.