His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1239

The club was a dizzying kaleidoscope of neon lights, the air vibrating with deafening music and thick with the cloying scents of tobacco and alcohol, a potent cocktail that numbed the senses. The atmosphere was one of debauchery, a decadent spiral into oblivion.

"Where's Chasel?"

The moment Cassius pushed through the door, a chilling aura preceding him, the eyes of every predator in the room latched onto him, mesmerized.

"Well, hello handsome. All alone tonight?" A man with sinuous grace sidled up to Cassius, his hand landing lightly on his shoulder before giving it an unwelcome squeeze. "If you're bored, I can definitely keep you company."

Cassius’s handsome face was a mask of cold fury, the veins on the back of his hand standing out like a network of thick cords.

Winston scrambled through the crowd, spotting Cassius towering over the throng like a deity besieged by serpents. He let out a yelp. "Don't you dare touch him!"

The next second, a heavy thud echoed through the music.

Like a bomb had gone off at their feet, everyone shrieked and scattered. Winston’s eyes focused to see Hex standing as immovable as a mountain. The lithe man who had accosted Cassius was now writhing on the floor at his feet, clutching his backside in agony.

Winston breathed a sigh of relief. Good old Hex—no chivalry required, just unwavering loyalty.

"Where is Chasel?" Cassius asked, his long legs striding past the man on the floor as he approached Winston.

"Over… over at the bar. I'll go with you!"

"No need."

Cassius's voice was a raw, scorched whisper. His gaze swept past Winston and he plunged into the crowd, his powerful frame a magnetic presence that still commanded attention.

Winston sighed, a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind. Hex was right; Chasel was nothing like Aubrey.

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