His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

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.”

“That’s impossible!” Harvey blurted out, knowing the Velvet Haven’s security system was more densely

populated with cameras than a beehive with holes.

“Sorry, Mr. Avery. I’ve been preoccupied with trivial matters tonight. I didn’t notice anyone. Please,

punish me as you see fit,” Elsie said quickly, bowing her head, fearful of giving herself away with her

expressions.

“Hmm, a skilled thief, interesting,” Avery mused, reclining on the couch, his long legs crossed.

“I know of one such person. You know him too, Elsie.”

“Who?”

“The very man you’ve been eager to eliminate for me.”

Elsie’s complexion turned ashen, her heart feeling drained of its vigor.

“Could it really be such a coincidence?” she murmured, trying to steady her trembling voice.

“Perhaps not so coincidental if you dare to imagine,” Avery said, tapping a rhythm on his knee.

“Matthew here enjoying himself might have pushed our friend to take matters into his own hands,

unwilling to wait for Evadne. It’s possible he came to deal with

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lured in by the smell didn’t you? Just wait. I’ll make sure you’re

well–fed tonight from the dinner table to the bedroom.”

Good gret? Aren’t you a bit old to be spouting such shameless nonsense” came a voice that was

decidedly not Evadne’s.

Thaddeus heart skipped a beat as he spun around, only to find Elvis standing there, a smirk playing on

his lips as he absorbed the

Implications of Thaddeus words Thaddeus face, already warm from the stove, now blazed with

embarrassment, his cheeks rivaling the reddest lobster on the grill.

Evis crossed his arms, squeting his eyes with barely contained math. So, who’s it gonna be on top and

who’s on the bottom tonight, huh?”