His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 841

Elsie stared intently at the man's defiantly handsome face, her heart racing so fast she thought she might have misheard him.

For twenty-five years, she had been nothing more than Avery's appendage, a tool to be summoned and dismissed at will.

She had always been empty-handed. But here and now, Elvis claimed unbashfully that he was her man. He was hers.

The foreign thug cursed loudly, just as he bent to snatch the gun from the floor, Elvis shot him twice, hitting his left shoulder and right leg. The man screamed and collapsed.

Elsie immediately rushed forward, grabbed the gun, and aimed it steadily at the man.

"Don't! Don't kill me!" The foreigner pleaded, proving that everyone was a lot more vulnerable without their clothes.

"Speak! What exactly is the batch Avery gave you? Medicine or drugs?"

Elsie's usual tenderness was replaced by a fierce and bloodthirsty look, like a beast that had been lying in wait for years, "What dirty tricks are you pulling stealthily? Out with it!"

Elvis watched her transformation, his eyebrows slightly raised, his gaze deepening.

With his status, he could have matched with heiresses, politicians' daughters, even princesses of royal blood. But he wasn't interested.

He had no interest in noble pedigrees, and even his approach to love was casual. He loved the unbounded, the taboo, the thrill.

Initially, Elsie provided him with the adrenaline rush of their tug-of-war. Gradually however, he became addicted to this sensation, developing an intense desire, a desire to see her again and again.

And now, this feeling had intensified. He used to watch her flit among other men with her graceful form and melodious lilt without any problems. But not anymore now.

So, tonight, he came. Despite the surrounding dangers and troubles, he came for her.

"He said it's medicine! An illegal medicine imported from abroad!"

Elvis' voice was low, "Imported from where?"

The foreigner stammered, "I-I don’t know. I really don’t know!"

Elsie glared at him, the gun pressing hard against his forehead, "You won’t spill until you die, will you?"

"I really don’t know! How could Mr. Chambers tell us distributors where he gets it? He makes all the big money, and we just get scraps! But one time, we were at the Velvet Haven, and he took a call in the room. I was drunk, didn't catch much what he said, but I vaguely heard something about medicine, some experiment."

"Experiment?" Elsie and Elvis both frowned.