His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 669

It was the witching hour at the Velvet Haven, and the two bouncers stationed at the entrance were struggling to keep their eyelids from waging war against each other. They were eagerly anticipating the moment they could clock out and head home.

But then came a rustling sound that cut through the stillness of the night.

One bouncer, yawning and stretching, froze. "Hey, you hear that? Sounds like something's stirring."

The other, whose mind was already half into his pillow, mumbled, "Stirring? Nah, it's dead quiet."

"No, for real, listen, it's like something's scraping against the wall!"

The second bouncer's skin crawled at the thought. "Man, don’t freak me out. This plot used to be an old graveyard. You try to give me nightmares?"

"I'm gonna check it out. You stay put," the first bouncer said, grabbing a flashlight and rounding the corner to the back of the club.

His light danced across the walls, eventually angling upwards.

And there, just as the harsh beam missed him by an inch, stood Elvis, casually leaning against the window ledge on the fifth floor, hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets. Below him, the city sprawled out, unaware of his silent judgment.

The bouncer saw nothing amiss and wandered off, scratching his head in confusion.

"Blind as a bat," Elvis muttered under his breath, his eyes glittering with malice. In a swift motion, a slender glass cutter appeared between his fingers, and within moments, he had carved a neat hole in the window and slipped inside like a shadow.

Meanwhile, inside the club's most exclusive VIP lounge, where the minimum spend had more zeros than most people saw in a year, Matthew was living it up with his entourage. Women clung to him like bees to honey, but he wasn't satisfied. He beckoned a bombshell with curves in all the right places to straddle his lap and feed him shots, lip to lip.

"Hey! That's what I'm talking 'bout! Mr. Chambers, born with a silver spoon! Just a temporary slump, man, you're destined for the top!"

"Spot on! And that Avery guy? A mutt who got lucky, thinks he can run with the big dogs now. Mr. Chambers, you gotta make him regret crossing you. Make him spit out whatever he took from you!"

The mention of Avery stealing his CEO position sent a surge of rage through Matthew, and he abruptly sent the gaggle of party girls scattering.

"Out! Get the hell out, all of ya!" he bellowed.

The women fled, and one of his lackeys sidled up. "Mr. Chambers, did those dames not satisfy your taste?"

"Pfft, the Velvet Haven? More like The Velvet Hell," Matthew grumbled, loosening his tie irritably.

"The real gem of the Velvet Haven is the manager herself. Heard she’s a sight that would make your heart race," the lackey whispered.

A lascivious glint sparked in Matthew's eyes. "Oh?"

"Yeah, she's like a ghost, only gracing the V-level clients with her presence. But a buddy of mine caught a glimpse. Damn, she's a siren! Just one look and you're standing at attention, if you get my drift."

Matthew’s Adam's apple bobbed, his hand strayed to his tie again as another part of him stirred.

"He also said she looks like the Skyrim heiress, Evadne! Imagine having her serve you, it'd be like having Evadne herself. You'd feel like Thaddeus on cloud nine!"

Laughter erupted around the table.

But the joke turned Matthew's face sour, even quelling his lust. Look like Evadne? Bad omen!

Then, a wicked idea took root. If he couldn't have Evadne, why not play with her lookalike and vent his frustrations?

He summoned his secretary with a lecherous gaze. "Bring the Velvet Haven's manager here, tell her to join me for a drink."

Tonight, Elsie, even without a single patron to entertain, was the epitome of allure from her shimmering tresses down to her stiletto heels. Clad in a figure-hugging, lilac silk gown that bared her sculpted back, she was the embodiment of sensuality and finesse. It was the image she had to maintain as the proprietor of the Velvet Haven.

Cradling a glass of red wine, Elsie entered the room filled with surveillance monitors, her heels clicking rhythmically against the floor.

Her employees stood at attention. "Ms. Archer!"

"Is everything running smoothly?" Elsie inquired, sipping her wine elegantly.

"All good. Mr. Avery brought his crew to VIP Room 001."

The subordinate hesitated, "Ms. Archer, considering the beef between Matthew and Mr. Avery, shouldn’t we?"

"We're in business to make money, not enemies. If Matthew's spending big in our priciest room, we treat him well. Grudges don't pay the bills," Elsie retorted with a curl of her lip. "Double the prices for tonight's drinks in Room 001."

Her subordinates grinned in understanding.

Elsie was going to make Matthew pay a large sum of money tonight.

Elsie continued to survey the monitors, her eyes sharp and discerning. Avery had trained her well since her youth, and surveillance was just one of her many skills. Where others saw a dizzying array of screens, she could spot an anomaly in seconds.

As she turned to leave, a figure on one of the screens caught her eye. Elvis. His presence was like a gust of wind, brief but unmistakable.

He wasn't a member; how did he get in? What was he up to?

Calming her racing heart, Elsie smiled and told her men, "You've been watching all night. Take a break, I've prepared some food in the lounge. I'll keep an eye on things."

"Thank you, Ms. Archer! You're the best!"

Once alone, Elsie pulled up the footage of Elvis and began to plot her next move.

Under the relentless gaze of high-definition surveillance, Elvis' strikingly handsome features on the screen assaulted her trembling pupils. His piercing eyes, cool and sharp, irresistibly pulled her in, sinking her deep.