His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 654

Elsie's pupils dilated in terror, her slender, delicate legs trembling violently beneath her skirt!

"Ever since our last visit to him, I couldn't shake the feeling that his eyes were lingering all over you."

Avery grabbed her chin forcefully, tilting her face upward with such strength it felt like her jaw might shatter, "This time, I'm certain, he's taken a fancy to you. It seems he's not as refined as I thought; if he can't have the genuine article, then keeping a knock-off by his side for his viewing pleasure and to indulge his desires is a fine alternative."

Elsie's eyes brimmed with tears, her voice a broken whisper of desperate plea, "Mr. Chambers, please, don't send me to Mr. Chad Abernathy! For all the years I've loyally served you. I beg you not to send me away, please!"

"Value? What value do you have left!"

Avery, who had been holding back a tempest of fury since his return, let it all out on Elsie, shoving her so violently in the chest that she stumbled backward and hit the wall with a thud, her back cold with pain.

"Harvey, pack her things. Send her off tomorrow!"

"No, please!"

Elsie collapsed at Avery's feet, her face lifted in supplication, hands clasped together, "I swear to serve you till death! I will never betray you! Ask anything of me, just don't cast me aside!"

Her tears and fear were genuine. But how much truth lay in her words, even she couldn't discern.

Mr. Chambers had been her savior, rescuing her from a life of destitution and giving her a place to call home.

She couldn't forget how he carried her on horseback, taught her to play the piano, to savor wine, to be cultured.

It was he who had transformed her. Before returning to Elmsworth, Mr. Chambers had been her everything, the light she sought all her life.

But now, she saw through him. From the day Avery had her face altered to resemble Evadne, she should have realized.

To Avery, she was merely a tool to be used and discarded. Without her, there would be other girls. Saving her was just a coincidence.

Such a man who gave her a new life, yet trampled her body and dignity to shreds. Was he still worth her love, her protection?

"Mr. Chambers! Please, in your anger, remember to be rational and calm!"

In his urgency, Harvey blurted out, "Ms. Archer is the masterpiece you've crafted with your own hands. Replacing her with just any girl might not guarantee the same talents and loyalty. And consider this: Ms. Archer has already made quite the impression on Elvis, even willing to share a room with her. Do you know how hard it's been to get to this point? We're just one move away from checkmate!"

With those words, the icy malice in Avery's eyes finally began to dissipate.

"Once Elvis is back in the country, let Ms. Archer find another opportunity to get close to him. Once he's completely off guard, caught in our honey trap, will we not have the perfect chance to deal with him?"

Elsie's heart ached unbearably, her tears now mingled with a tinge of blood, cascading down her cheeks.

Trembling, she covertly opened her palm, as if seeing in the reflection of her tear a vision of Elvis' brazen, buoyant grin.

Avery half-closed his eyes, appearing to take in the advice, and strode past the woman still kneeling on the ground, leaving her behind.

Harvey sighed at the sight of his boss's retreating back and reached out to help Elsie to her feet.

"No need. I can stand on my own," Elsie wiped away her tears viciously, steadying herself as she stood.

"Ms. Archer, with Mr. Chambers in such a mood, it's best you stay out of his sight for the next few days. Hide if you can," Harvey offered helplessly.