His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 670

In a flash, Elsie felt as if her throat had closed up, her breathing hitting a sudden pause button!

Elvis furrowed his brows, scrutinizing the woman's flushed face with a disdainful sneer silently forming in his heart.

He thought, "Will I be killed by Avery or by you? I haven't forgotten that night, your cunning attempt to get close to me, along with that seemingly decorative hairpin concealing a deadly poison in your hair. Oh, the intrigue. You and your boss Avery are quite the duo, one playing the good cop, the other the bad cop, all in cahoots, right?

Tonight's just another act in your little play, isn't it? Snaky Avery using you to play damsel in distress, hoping to bait the hero in me? Do you think I'm the fool, or just haven't been around the block enough to see through a woman? Even if I was a lech driven by lust, the sight of your face would turn the devil inside me into a saint."

The smirk hovering on Elvis' lips sent a shiver down Elsie's spine. She bit her red lip, her back pressed against the cold metal rack.

“Oh? I'm curious, Ms. Archer, who do you reckon will be my end?”

“You need to leave, now.”

“And risk running into snake, who's as deceitful as he come?”

Elvis was on the verge of bursting out Avery's name, his expression dripping with scorn, “Then let him come at me, I'd like to see what he's got.”

Elsie's glossy eyes were stretched wide with tension, the internal strings of her mind on the verge of snapping, her voice trembling, “When did you know?”

“The moment we first crossed paths at the bar. I saw you get into Avery's car with my own eyes.”

A playful smile played on Elvis' lips as his cold fingers pinched her chin, “But don't be scared. Even though I know you're one of Avery's, I wouldn't lay a finger on you. You are different from Avery.”

A ripple stirred in Elsie's otherwise still heart, warmth trickling through her.

But the man's next words made her heart plummet.

“Besides, with your face, I could never bring myself to harm you,” Elvis whispered huskily, leaning close to her ear.

A sting of pain in her heart, Elsie pushed against his chest, “I know I look like your sister, but Evadne is Evadne, and I am me.”

Elvis could feel the shift in her emotions and scoffed coldly.

He thought, "You thrive in the night life with Evadne's face, winning Avery's favor. You're the ultimate beneficiary of that face. I haven't made a fuss, and yet, here you are, getting all worked up about it. Isn't that a bit hypocritical?"

Elsie suppressed her emotions, her lips parting softly, “Mr. Chambers won't let anyone off easily who trespasses in the Velvet Haven. I don't care about your purpose, but I'm telling you, you can make your move anywhere else, but not here! Once you step in, no matter your skills, you won't be leaving!”

Elvis chuckled, “It's that formidable, huh? Then I simply must stay to see for myself.”

“Elvis, don't you care about yourself, or Ms. Evadne?”

As time ticked away, Elsie, in a panic, clutched at his shirt, “I may not have a family, but even I understand that feeling! If something happens to you, won't your family grieve? Won't Ms. Evadne be heartbroken? Isn't your sudden demise unfair to everyone? Chairman Emeric was just hospitalized; don't you care about him at all?”

In an instant, their noses were nearly touching.

Elsie's warm breath, laced with the sweet scent of red wine, wafted around Elvis' chiseled jaw, his eyes reflecting the tiny sparkles of emotion in hers, his brow shadowed with complexity.

Was this concern part of her act too?

He thought, "If you're going to play the game, might as well play it to the hilt, right?"

“Is this where Matthew is?” he murmured.

With that single phrase, realization dawned on Elsie, “You're here for President Ashbourne's affair, to seek revenge?”

“Ah, Ms. Archer, you truly have the sharpest wit. Staying here to tend the bar is truly beneath your talents.”

Elvis smirked, “Just a mention of Matthew, and you've deduced I'm here for revenge. Not only that, you even know it's about my older brother.”

A flush of heat crept up Elsie's cheeks.

Clever as she was, in front of this man, her mind seemed to short-circuit, ensnaring herself in her own trap.

“I've been by Mr. Avery's side; I know about the Chambers Group's affairs.”

Suddenly, Elsie's breath hitched as Elvis covered her mouth.

At the same time, the footsteps of two black-suited bodyguards grew closer.

“Huh? Did I hear voices?”

The footsteps paused near the storage rack.

Elsie's forehead beaded with sweat, her breaths quick with anxiety, her heart pounding against her ribcage.

But Elvis remained calm, his gaze steady. He lifted his strong hand to the back of her head, his fingers weaving into her hair, gently pulling her head into his chest.

In that moment, Elsie's entire being relaxed slightly, her eyelids drooping.

As if the intruder caught in the trap was herself.

“You're hearing things. Must be the exhaustion talking. Let's head to the foyer; Mr. Avery will be back any minute.”

The footsteps hurried away.

Yet Elvis kept his embrace, their breaths intertwining, neither of them moving.

“Matthew brought quite the entourage today, and with the Velvet Haven's goons, even with your skills, you might be at a disadvantage.”

Elsie, blushing at the ear, inhaled his crisp tobacco scent, “If your goal is to get back at Matthew, I have a more reliable way.”

Elvis looked down at her, “What's that?”