His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 820

Elsie's heart thundered like a drum in her chest, her insides twisted into a tight knot of anxiety. Despite this, her gaze remained as still as a deep forest lake, betraying no hint of the turmoil within.

Her ironclad composure was honed by Avery's rigorous training. Now she had to use it against him.

When Elsie remained silent, Avery's lips curled into a sinister smirk as he closed the distance between them step by step.

Suddenly, with lightning speed, Avery drew a gun from behind his back, pressing the cold, menacing barrel against Elsie's sweat-drenched forehead.

"Mr. Chambers!" Harvey, who had been standing nearby, paled, his heart pounding violently in his throat.

"Elsie, are you the rat? Answer me!" Avery's eyes were dark and threatening as he demanded a response, each word laced with intensity.

Elsie met his bloodthirsty gaze without flinching.

Silence.

"Answer me!" Avery's hand, gripping the gun, was knotted with veins as he roared.

"It's me."

Elsie knew there was no turning back.

Avery wasn't seeking a confession with the gun to her head; he already knew she was the informant.

He was driven by his cruel and sadistic nature, wanting to witness the woman he raised, the woman he molded in Evadne's image, beg for mercy before him.

He despised her, relishing the pleasure tormenting her brought.

He was a complete psychopath, a despicable madman!

Elsie's trembling gaze hardened with resolve, confronting Avery's crimson eyes,

"Yes, it was me. I revealed Marilla's whereabouts to Lily. There's no use in explaining now. Do what you will."

She was done.

If she were to die now, at least it would be a release.

But it meant she would never again see those bright, joyous eyes.

Avery's already pale face turned ashen, the hand holding the gun trembled, his chest heaving rapidly.

He disengaged the safety, and Elsie's heartbeat ceased at that moment, she closed her eyes in despair.

Click—

The sound of the trigger being pulled.

The opulent room was deadly silent, but the expected gunshot never came.

Elsie's heart contracted as she slowly opened her eyes, now drenched in sweat.

Avery burst into laughter, his voice mocking, as he repeatedly pulled the trigger at Elsie, "I'm just messing with you, look how scared you got!"

Harvey's tense nerves relaxed in an instant, nearly collapsing on the spot.

Elsie stared coldly at him, a hollow chill sweeping through her.

"Elsie, tell me, why did you leak the information? Hm?" Avery's thumb caressed her wet chin in a disturbingly intimate gesture.

Despite the chill in her heart, she knew this was her chance to explain, and she did so with composure,

"Because I wanted to gain the trust of Evadne and Thaddeus. By presenting them a token of my loyalty, they'd see me differently, and eventually, Elvis would too. If I could become a 'double-agent,' perhaps I could extract information from them that would benefit you."

Avery squinted, seemingly satisfied with her answer.

The next moment, he slid the gun into the small of Elsie's back and pulled her close,

"You did well this time. Not only will I not blame you, but I'll also commend you. The death of Lily, you played a significant part. It was your leak that made her act rashly, fall into Gary's trap, and ultimately led to her demise. It plunged Jareth into immense grief, aging him overnight."

Elsie's expression was unreadable.

Each word from the man was like a knife carving into her heart, flaying her dignity and leaving her in shambles.

"Continue as you planned. I know you won't disappoint me."

Avery released her, his gaze lingering on her slender waist, "Elvis' clothes do look good on you. Make sure you wear them at his funeral."

When Elsie returned to her room, the sunset painted her pallid cheeks with a tragic crimson hue.

She staggered to the full-length mirror and slowly shed her black coat.

In the mirror, her body was naked, trembling, and thin. Her skin was marred by shameful bruises, evidence of Avery's afternoon of sport.

Avery hadn't taken her, but he'd toyed with her, tormented her to extremes.

Throughout, she'd been silent as the dead.

Indeed, she already felt dead.

Even without bullets, Avery's trigger pull had been a death sentence.

Elsie tilted her head back as tears defiantly spilled over, streaking her cheeks.

Her time was running out.

Next time, Avery's gun would surely be loaded.