His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1207

“I’ll take it if my condition flares up,” Hans said, his voice deep and cold, his eyes unreadable as he stared at the pill in his palm.

A smirk played on Alexia’s lips. “Sir told me to watch you take it.”

A wave of revulsion rose in Hans’s chest, and his brow furrowed. “Why?”

“It’s an order from Sir. Don’t ask questions.” Alexia’s eyes were vicious, and she laughed cruelly. “What? Are you afraid Sir will harm you? Have you lost your trust in him?”

Hans’s breath caught. “No.”

“Hans, you swore an oath to Sir. You promised to be loyal to him for life, to face life and death for him. Do you remember?” Alexia tilted her chin up in contempt. “Even if Sir gave you a vial of poison, you would have to swallow it without hesitation, wouldn’t you? So what’s there to hesitate about? Don’t disappoint Sir, Hans.”

The sense of suffocation intensified.

Hans felt as if he were being backed toward a cliff’s edge by a loaded shotgun. One more step, and he would plummet into the abyss, shattered to pieces.

His jaw tightened. He opened the vial.

Right in front of Alexia, he tipped the pill into his mouth and swallowed.

“Very good. Never forget that you belong to Sir. A person should never forget their roots.”

With a mocking sneer, Alexia turned and walked away, her head held high.

Hans remained expressionless as he strode forward. His pace seemed normal at first, but it gradually quickened. Once he was out of the camera’s view, he broke into a full sprint.

He burst into a restroom, locked the door, and fell to his knees before the toilet. With bloodshot eyes, he forced his fingers down his throat.

“Retch—!”

Hans’s broad back arched in agony as violent spasms wracked his sides. He vomited heavily until the blue pill came back up and fell into the toilet bowl.

He trembled all over, cold, sticky saliva clinging to his face. His eyes were a mess of red veins, a picture of unprecedented desperation.

But then, a smile spread across his lips.

It was the first genuine smile he had worn in years.

What he didn’t know was that his smile was gradually morphing into the one seen in the Ashbourne family portrait hanging in the great hall of Silverlake Harbor—the smile of a handsome, gentle-eyed man in his prime.

*

That night, in the most lavish private room of Elmsworth’s top club, Chad was clinking glasses with several distinguished guests, savoring a rare vintage he had acquired at auction for millions.

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