His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1272

Inside the VIP lounge, Chad shrugged off his ruined suit jacket, revealing a tailored white shirt and a black vest beneath it.

Evadne’s pupils contracted.

The pristine white fabric was slashed by glass shards, revealing harsh, bloody cuts underneath. For a moment, she genuinely didn't know where to begin treating him.

“What's wrong? Is Dr. Ashbourne frozen in shock?”

Chad offered a faint smile, his breath slightly shallow, yet he still managed to joke around as if he were completely fine. “Someone claimed to be a highly skilled surgeon earlier. Aren't you going to treat your patient’s superficial wounds?”

“Mr. Abernathy, truly... thank you,” Evadne replied, snapping back to reality with a bitter smile. “If you hadn't shielded me, I’d be the one looking like a pincushion right now.”

“Evadne.”

Chad rested his elbows on the arm of the sofa, resting his perfectly contoured jaw on his crossed arms. His voice was soft and muffled. “All my life, people have looked at me like I'm a fragile, useless cripple. You can say I did this to prove myself, or for any other reason you like.

“But the truth is, I just wanted to protect you. Now that you and Thaddeus are no longer together, I want to take his place. I want to protect you and give you security.

“I might not have Thaddeus's combat skills, but I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. Even if it costs me everything.”

It was an undisguised confession.

Yet, Evadne stared coldly at the man’s back, entirely unmoved.

*Fragile? Useless?*

*You dismembered an innocent girl when you were just a teenager. You operated from Country M, yet you had endless waves of loyal foot soldiers willing to die for you. You sat in a wheelchair, yet you framed Thaddeus time and time again. You used Avery Chambers to manipulate Elmsworth's political and business elites, orchestrating chaos from the shadows.*

*Crocodile tears. A devil's sincerity.*

*Your acting is phenomenal, Chad. You might fool the world, but you will never fool me.*

Despite her inner disgust, Evadne didn’t pull away. Instead, she offered a soft, amused smile.

“I don't need you to die for me, Mr. Abernathy. If something happens to you, who will run the Abernathy group? I still need you around so we can do business, make millions of dollars, conquer the corporate world, and reach the pinnacle of success. So don't do something this reckless again. I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself.”

Chad just smiled, staying silent.

“That attacker was certainly interesting,” Evadne remarked smoothly, changing the subject. “Breaking in to stab someone is one thing, but spouting all that nonsense? Does he really expect anyone to believe him?”

A dark, swirling undercurrent surfaced in Chad’s eyes as he asked with a chuckle, “You think he was lying? What if he was telling the truth? That would mean you're currently in the room with a terrifying serial killer. Aren't you afraid?”

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