His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 712

“It wasn’t me, Mr. Chambers, it wasn’t me.”

Elsie struggled to articulate each word, her gaze still held that teetering glint of injustice

and innocence.

No one knew better than her what fate awaited those who betrayed Avery. She didn’t want

to die – not because she feared death, but because she couldn’t bear to go out with such a

whisper, unnoticed and unvalued.

So, she vehemently pleaded her case, “Mr. Chambers, what do I gain from betraying you?

Only Harvey and I knew about this. Any move I make would be quickly noticed by you. Am

I that foolish to court death? Besides, I’m here at the Velvet Haven from dawn till dusk.

Surrounded by your watchful eyes, every single move I make is under your surveillance; I

have no chance to even make contact with Ms. Ashbourne and Mr. Abernathy. Where’s the

betrayal in that?”

Her words slowly ebbed the malice from Avery’s eyes, hitting the nail on the head.

Seizing the moment, Elsie hurriedly pressed on, “Mr. Chambers, my wretched life is in your

hands. Without you, I’m nothing. I’ve plotted against Thaddeus before. If they ever take

you down, and the nest is overturned; how could they possibly spare me?!”

Avery’s gaze darkened with suspicion, but he slowly released his grip on her.

Just then, Harvey burst in, frantic, “Mr. Chambers! There’s a trouble!”

Avery irritably pulled his tie, “What now?”

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“Elvis is here!”

Elsie felt as if her veins would explode, her body trembling uncontrollably. She

remembered those bright and lively eyes, her throat parching as if that ruthless hand was

choking her once more, leaving her nearly breathless.

“What? Elvis?” Avery ground his teeth, his voice dark, “Is he alone?”

“Yeah, solo!”

Harvey spat with venom, “The punk just waltzed into our territory alone. Definitely up to

no good. Mr. Chambers, shall we teach him a lesson?”

“Against a top–tier agent with your parlor tricks?”

Avery pushed up his gold rim glasses with his slender finger, “If he dared to step into the

Velvet Haven, it means he’s capable of leaving here in one piece. Elsie, go change. Meet

with him.”

“Mr. Chambers.” Elsie’s heart raced, a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

“Charm him, bait him, and when the opportunity arises, make sure he dies by your hand.”

Avery’s lips curled into a sinister smile, whispering in her ear, “If, as you say, your heart

has always been with me, then don’t make me wait too long.”

Elvis sat alone in the Velvet Haven’s most luxurious private room. His muscular arms,

hidden beneath a black trench coat, rested casually along the back of the sofa, his gaze

half–indifferent, half–lazy, radiating an aura that kept others at bay.

The manager approached with a smile, carrying a selection of fine liquor, but before he

could speak, Elvis casually interjected.

“I drove here, and I don’t drink and drive.”

“Ah, but who comes to the Velvet Haven and doesn’t enjoy a drink? You’d miss out on so

much fun. We’ll arrange a driver for you later, our treat!”

“I’m not into booze; I’m into beauty.”

Elvis‘ eyes gleamed mischievously as he flicked a cigarette into his mouth, a half–smile

playing on his lips, “I want the prettiest girl you’ve got to keep me company tonight.”

As he finished, the door swung open, and Elsie’s delicate form entered, her presence

carrying a subtle fragrance. Their eyes met, and for a moment, someone’s heart skipped a

beat.

“Nice, she’s just my type. I’m satisfied.” Elvis‘ gaze lingered on her tense face, a careless

smile on his lips, “She’s the one for tonight.

The manager discreetly left, closing the door softly behind him.

Elsie’s eyes, red with emotion, fixed on him. Under countless watching eyes, she could

only offer a professional smile, trying to be as seductive as possible. But her stiff cheeks

couldn’t fool herself, nor the man before her.

At that moment, on the other side of the surveillance, Avery sat watching through the

screens in the control room, monitoring

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their every move.

Every word, every breath in that room was picked up by the high–definition cameras and

microphones.

“Ms. Archer, didn’t expect to see you here.”

Elvis‘ playful brows arched as he smoothly lied, “Been missing you since our last

encounter. Been wondering when we’d meet again. And here we are tonight.”

“I never thought I’d see Mr. Waverley here either,” Elsie said, her smile strained.

She knew his words were just a cover, yet her heart couldn’t help but flutter at his

“missing you“.

Both seasoned players, they matched each other move for move, and not even Avery

could spot a flaw.

“So, it seems our souls were destined to meet across a thousand miles.”

Elvis‘ eyes narrowed playfully, exuding casual charm, “Come on, don’t be shy. Have a

seat.”

As Elsie stepped forward, Elvis patted his thigh, “Right here.”

Avery, sitting on the sofa, leaned forward abruptly, a cold light flickering in his eyes.

Elsie’s heart lurched as she picked up her iris–colored dress and stepped toward Elvis.

“Ah!” Suddenly, he grabbed her arm, pulling her down into his embrace, her soft curves

pressing firmly against his solid thighs.

Avery’s fists clenched on the armrest, the expensive leather creased under his grasp.

Elvis breathed heavily, his voice tender, “Are you scared?”

Elsie’s heart pounded, her cheeks flushed like blooming peach blossoms, “Mr. Waverley,

please.”

The double entendre hung in the air. How could she not be scared?

Her slender body trembled in his arms,

Elvis chuckled, his breath a warm caress against the nape of her neck. The slight touch

was enough to paint a blush on the delicate canvas of her skin, “That smile on your face

when you walked in was downright ugly.”

Elsie pressed her lips together, silent.

Elvis‘ embrace tightened around her, as if he intended to fold her supple body in half. He

gazed down, his eyes tracing the tantalizing shadow of cleavage beneath her plunging

neckline, her skin quivering seductively.

What man could resist the impulse to stir the waters of desire upon such a sight?

Elsie’s heart raced with apprehension, her instinct not to flirt or encourage, but to

maintain was being pretentious or affected.

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distance from him. It wasn’t that she

It was just that this man was too good, too exceptional. Every time she got close, she was

overwhelmed by feelings of inadequacy and inferiority that threatened to consume her. It

made her feel dirtier, lower, more sinful.

“This isn’t the place. Too many eyes watching, can’t do what I want.”

His cool lips grazed her ear, now a crimson hue, “Come with me.”

“Where to?” Elsie fluttered her lashes, a current of electricity racing through her.

“Let’s find a spot. Spend the night with me.”

With those words, Elvis scooped her up and strode out of the private room, indifferent to

the shocked stares of the onlookers.

In the Velvet Haven, everyone understood one rule: no one but Mr. Chambers had the

right to take Ms. Archer away! And yet, this man dared to break that rule! Indeed, he had

the guts!

At first, Elsie was terrified, but when she looked up and saw Elvis‘ determined gaze fixed

ahead, without a hint of hesitation, her worries vanished. She closed her eyes and curled

up against his chest.

In this moment, anywhere was fine; she just wanted to be with him.

“Mr. Chambers! Elvis‘ taken Ms. Archer away in his car!” Harvey was frantic.

He knew that for years, Mr. Chambers had only seen Elsie as a cheap stand–in for Evadne,

callously shattering her dignity time and again, using her as a tool for his own gain. But no

one was allowed to take Elsie from the Velvet Haven.

Elvis was blatantly stepping into Mr. Chambers‘ minefield!

“Get some people and chase them down!”

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Avery was livid, his chest burning with rage, “Whatever it takes, bring Elsie back to me!”

The black Aston Martin raced through the night, Elvis driving with the window down, his

hair tousled and wild. One hand on the wheel, he looked both at ease and in control. The

speed, however, made Elsie feel terribly dizzy, as if she were hungover.

As soon as they pushed through the hotel room door, she dashed into the bathroom,

hunched over the toilet, heaving as if she’d been on a three–day bender.

Elvis leaned against the doorframe, watching her with a smirk, “Ms. Archer, with that level

of tolerance, you’d probably struggle with 3D and VR games. I was hoping for a new

gaming partner.”

“Mr. Waverley, you do have diverse interests.”

She moved to the sink, turned on the tap, and rinsed her mouth with cupped hands; then

splashed water on her porcelain face like a meticulous cat, washing away the discomfort.

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Elvis‘ gaze lingered on the butterfly bones of her back, which were quivering as if they

might take flight at any moment. “When I took you away from the Velvet Haven, Snakey

Avery’s goons were on our tail. How else was I going to shake off those leeches without

speeding?”

“Why did you suddenly show up at the Velvet Haven?”

Elsie caught her breath and looked at Elvis behind through the mirror, a shadow of worry

flickering in her eyes, “I know you’re a top agent, capable of anything. But even the best

can slip, and don’t underestimate Avery. If he wants you dead, he’ll keep trying, again and

again, until he succeeds.”

“I’m aware.

se would he send you to me? A talent showcase?”

Elvis raised an eyebrow, teasing her, “But from what I’ve seen, Ms. Archer, aside from

being beautiful and having a great figure, you don’t seem to have much talent, do you?”

Elsie’s heart clenched, and she looked down, flustered. So he knew everything from the

start, including her purpose, sent by Avery to seduce him.

“Why get involved in this wolves‘ den if you knew it all along?”

“I wanted to see how you were,” Elvis‘ voice was a magnetic whisper, like a breeze

through a quiet forest at night.

door for money.”

“How else? It’s the same old story; day in, day out. Smiling at

Elsie’s bitter laugh masked her self–derision as she insulted herself with the ugliest words,

forcing herself not to harbor any covetous thoughts, “Just a slightly more respectable

harlot.”

Then, silence fell behind her. After a few seconds, she heard his steps approaching her,

each one echoing like a footfall on her heart.

“I don’t care about any of that.” Elvis said quietly, his voice restrained and soft as he

leaned close to her ear, “I’m just worried Avery might make things difficult for you.”

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