His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 672

Avery stormed into his room, his temper flaring like a wildfire. With a heavy pour of bourbon, he tried to drown his fury, the burn of the alcohol providing a small solace.

"Mr. Avery, there's no reason to get worked up over that fool," Harvey soothed, attempting to pacify his boss as he watched him pace the room like a caged lion.

"The guy's on his last leg, a spent force. Whatever dirt he's got on Cassius, I bet Ms. Evadne's clever enough to trace it back to him, if she hasn't already. Just sit tight and wait for the Ashbourne family to make their move and take him out for you."

"Elsie, what the hell were you thinking?" Avery's steely gaze landed on Elsie, who was shrinking into the corner of the room.

"You never step foot on the floor without my say-so. What possessed you to show your face at Matthew's table?"

Elsie began, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Ah, Mr. Avery, here's the thing," Harvey chimed in hastily, trying to cover for her. "I checked into it, and it turns out that scumbag Matthew demanded Ms. Archer's company, specifically. Our guys tried to block him, but he threw a fit, smashing up the VIP lounge and even injured a couple of the girls. Ms. Archer was just trying to prevent things from escalating," he explained.

Elsie clenched her fists, not daring to meet Avery's piercing eyes.

"He throws a tantrum, let him," Avery snarled, "a few broken bottles and glasses won't bleed me. But you, putting yourself out there with that face? It could complicate things. I'm at a critical point in my standoff with Matthew, and I don't need you causing me problems. I also don't take kindly to disobedience. Step out of line again, and there will be consequences."

Taking a deep breath like a rose wilting in the frost, Elsie spoke softly, "Mr. Avery, the value of my resemblance to Ms. Evadne is gone. Wearing this face now only brings you trouble. Maybe it's time I revert to my own look, be myself again. Please?"

Harvey gasped in horror. What was Elsie thinking? Was she out of her mind?

Avery's predatory steps closed the distance between them, his gaze turning icy, "What did you say? Repeat that."

"I want to look like myself again," Elsie managed, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she felt Avery's fingers tighten painfully on her jaw.

"How dare you even suggest such a thing? The fact that you look like Evadne is a stroke of fortune for you. You ought to be grateful, to appreciate that her face gives you more value than your own ever could. And now you have the audacity to tell me you don't want it anymore?" His voice was laced with menace.

Just then, a knock at the door interrupted the tension. Avery released Elsie, leaving a stark red Lionel on her jaw as he turned away.

Harvey opened the door to one of the security guards who reported a neatly cut break in the window of room A015 on the fifth floor, suggesting an intruder's handiwork.

Sweat beaded on Elsie's forehead as her heart raced.

"What the hell are you all doing that you just noticed this now?" Harvey exclaimed in shock.

"Did you check the cameras?" Avery asked coolly.

"Yes, but we didn't catch the intruder on tape."