His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 669

It was the witching hour at the Velvet Haven, and the two bouncers stationed at the entrance were

struggling to keep their eyelids from waging war against each other. They were eagerly anticipating the

moment they could clock out and head home.

But then came a rustling sound that cut through the stillness of the night.

One bouncer, yawning and stretching, froze. “Hey, you hear that? Sounds like something’s stirring.”

The other, whose mind was already half into his pillow, mumbled, “Stirring? Nah, it’s dead quiet.”

“No, for real, listen, it’s like something’s scraping against the wall!”

The second bouncer’s skin crawled at the thought. “Man, don’t freak me out. This plot used to be an

old graveyard. You try to give me nightmares?”

“I’m gonna check it out. You stay put,” the first bouncer said, grabbing a flashlight and rounding the

corner to the back of the club:

His light danced across the walls, eventually angling upwards.

And there, just as the harsh beam missed him by an inch, stood Elvis, casually leaning against the

window ledge on the fifth floor, hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets. Below him, the city

sprawled out, unaware of his silent judgment.

The bouncer saw nothing amiss and wandered off, scratching his head in confusion.

“Blind as a bat,” Elvis muttered under his breath, his eyes glittering with malice. In a swift motion, a

slender glass cutter appeared between his fingers, and within moments, he had carved a neat hole in

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the window and slipped inside like a shadow.

Meanwhile, inside the club’s most exclusive VIP lounge, where the minimum spend had more zeros

than most people saw in a year, Matthew was living it up with his entourage. Women clung to him like

bees to honey, but he wasn’t satisfied. He beckoned a bombshell with curves in all the right places to

straddle his lap and feed him shots, lip to lip.

“Hey! That’s what I’m talking ‘bout! Mr. Chambers, born with a silver spoon! Just a temporary slump,

man, you’re destined for the top!”

“Spot on! And that Avery guy? A mutt who got lucky, thinks he can run with the big dogs now. Mr.

Chambers, you gotta make him regret crossing you. Make him spit out whatever he took from you!”

The mention of Avery stealing his CEO position sent a surge of rage through Matthew, and he abruptly

sent the gaggle of party girls scattering.

“Out! Get the hell out, all of ya!” he bellowed.

The women fled, and one of his lackeys sidled up. “Mr. Chambers, did those dames not satisfy your

taste?” –

“Pfft, the Velvet Haven? More like The Velvet Hell,” Matthew grumbled, loosening his tie irritably.

“The real gem of the Velvet Haven is the manager herself. Heard she’s a sight that would make your

heart race,” the lackey whispered.

A lascivious glint sparked in Matthew’s eyes. “Oh?”

“Yeah, she’s like a ghost, only gracing the V–level clients with her presence. But a buddy of mine

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caught a glimpse. Damn, she’s a siren! Just one look and you’re standing at attention, if you get my

drift.”

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Matthew’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his hand strayed to his tie again as another part of him stirred.

“He also said she looks like the Skyrim heiress, Evadne! Imagine having her serve you, it’d be like

having Evadne herself. You’d feel like Thaddeus on cloud nine!”

Laughter erupted around the table.

But the joke turned Matthew’s face sour, even quelling his lust. Look like Evadne? Bad omen!

Then, a wicked idea took root. If he couldn’t have Evadne, why not play with her lookalike and vent his

frustrations?

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He summoned his secretary with a lecherous gaze. “Bring the Velvet Hayen’s manager here, tell her to

join me for a drink.” Tonight, Elsie, even without a single patron to entertain, was the epitome of allure

from her shimmering tresses down to her stiletto heels. Clad in a figure–hugging, lilac silk gown that

bared her sculpted back, she was the embodiment of sensuality and finesse It was the image she had

to maintain as the proprietor of the Velvet Haven.

Cradling a glass of red wine, Elsie entered the room filled with surveillance monitors, her heels clicking

rhythmically against the –

floor.

Her employees stood at attention. “Ms. Archer!”

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“Is everything running smoothly?” Elsie inquired, sipping her wine elegantly.

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“All good. Mr. Avery brought his crew to VIP Room 001.”

The subordinate hesitated, “Ms. Archer, considering the beef between Matthew and Mr. Avery,

shouldn’t we?”

“We’re in business to make money, not enemies. If Matthew’s spending big in our priciest room, we

treat him well. Grudges don’t pay the bills,” Elsie retorted with a curl of her lip. “Double the prices for

tonight’s drinks in Room 001.”

Her subordinates grinned in understanding.

Elsie was going to make Matthew pay a large sum of money tonight.

Elsie continued to survey the monitors, her eyes sharp and discerning. Avery had trained her well since

her youth, and surveillance was just one of her many skills. Where others saw a dizzying array of

screens, she could spot an anomaly in seconds.

As she turned to leave, a figure on one of the screens caught her eye. Elvis. His presence was like a

gust of wind, brief but unmistakable.

He wasn’t a member; how did he get in? What was he up to?

Calming her racing heart, Elsie smiled and told her men, “You’ve been watching all night. Take a break,

I’ve prepared some food in the lounge. I’ll keep an eye on things.”

“Thank you, Ms. Archer! You’re the best!”

Once alone, Elsie pulled up the footage of Elvis and began to plot her next move.

Under the relentless gaze of high–definition surveillance, Elvis‘ strikingly handsome features on the

screen assaulted her trembling pupils. His piercing eyes, cool and sharp, irresistibly pulled her in,

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sinking her deep.

But there was no time for admiration; she hit “delete.”

Just like that, Elvis was wiped from the surveillance feed.

Elvis, a former secret agent with top–tier counter–surveillance skills, had underestimated Avery’s

obsession and seriously overlooked the Velvet Haven’s state–of–the–art security system..

The so–called privacy was just a ruse to pacify the patrons.

The place was rigged with sophisticated cameras hidden in every nook and cranny–behind mirrors,

nestled in flower pots. Even a fly, no matter how fast it buzzed around, would be caught on camera.

Let alone a full–grown man.

Especially one so distractingly good–looking.

But Elvis walked with a cool, determined stride, unfazed by the possibility of being watched.

If he could get in, he was confident he could get out.

Get out and get even. Matthew, that son of a gun, had it coming, and Elvis couldn’t wait a moment

longer to exact his brother’s

revenge.

His hands remained casually in the pockets of his black trench coat as he made his way to Matthew’s

private booth.

Suddenly, a pair of delicate hands clutched his arm, pulling him into the shadows!

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Elvis‘ eyes darkened, muscles tensing for a fight.

But the cramped space between the storage shelves forced their bodies close, almost intimate.

When their eyes met, he finally saw her face.

“It’s you.”

“Shhh!” Elsie pressed her fingers to his lips as sweat beaded on her forehead,

Just steps away, a squad of security guards passed by their hiding spot.

Only when their footsteps faded away did Elsie’s racing heart begin to settle, her trembling hand slowly

moving away from his

mouth.

“Ms. Archer, what a coincidence, Elvis drawled with a lazy smile, his warm breath teasing her senses. “I

never imagined our encounter tonight would be this exhilarating, this unique.”

Elsie locked eyes with him, her heart skipping a beat.

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This man was something else.

How did he manage to be so composed, so effortlessly in control, no matter the danger?

“Do you always enjoy a little game of hide and seek, Ms. Archer?”

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Elvis braced himself against the shelf, trapping her beneath him with a teasing smile, “For the owner of

the Velvet Haven, your nights seem quite eventful”

Her long lashes fluttered, her cover blown, and a competitive fire sparked within her.

“Mr. Waverley, do you come here to drink till dawn or for a bit of pleasure?” she scoffed, poking his

chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. “But be warned, the price of indulgence here is steep. Are your

pockets deep enough, Mr. Waverley?”

“So, you know my last name is Waverley? Impressive,” he quipped, eyes narrowing playfully.

Elsie’s heartbeat quickened, her fingertips curling in realization.

The more she spoke, the more she revealed.

“If you know my last name, do you know my first name?”

He caught her hand, a roguish grin playing on his lips, “Call me ‘Freeloader; because I’m all about

getting by without spending a dime.”

Elsie was speechless.

“Tonight, I plan to leave your esteemed establishment without parting with a single cent, Ms. Archer. Do

we have an agreement?” Despite the casual tone, Elvis‘ features were a mix of light and shadow, his

voice carrying a chilly edge.

Years of being an agent had made such acts second nature to him, though he took no pleasure in

them.

The only reason he was still engaging with this woman was for Evadne’s mission.

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Otherwise, the moment Elsie’s fingers had dared to venture towards his chest, he would have snapped

them without a second thought.

Elsie finally dropped the act, her voice low and serious, “Mr. Waverley, you’re not a patron of the Velvet

Haven. Please leave immediately!”

His smile turned defiant, “What if I refuse? You wouldn’t kick me out, Ms. Archer. If that were the case,

you wouldn’t have helped me with our little game of hide and seek, would you?”

“What are you really after? I’m not joking around!”

Noticing the clock not far away, Elsie’s anxiety grew with each passing minute, bringing Avery’s return

ever closer. “This place isn’t as simple as you think. If you get caught, do you have any idea what

awaits you?”

“Then I might just have to sign up for a membership card.”

“Elvis!”

In a moment of panic, her eyes filled with urgency, she blurted out his name and her innermost plea,

“Are you so eager to meet your end at his hands?”

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