His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 843

Elvis tightly held Elsie's hand as they dashed through the ornate yet perilous corridor.

Assassins burst out from every corner, firing their guns at them. Elvis shielded Elsie with his body, but even with the beauty in his arms, it didn't hinder the speed with which he drew his gun. With precise and ruthless shots, he took down each attacker with a burst to the head!

Suddenly, from their left, another attacker lunged!

Before Elvis could turn around, Elsie's eyes darkened.

In the blink of an eye, she used the golden hairpin in her hand to deftly slit the attacker's throat. Blood sprayed out, dotting her dress with crimson specks.

Elvis looked at her intensely, his heart pounding uncontrollably against his ribs, his eyes filled with a tumultuous surge of emotion.

"That was close," Elsie wiped the sweat from her cheek with the back of her hand, accidentally smearing her face with blood, adding a haunting allure to her appearance.

Assassins prowled the premises like hyenas, searching frantically for them.

Unable to escape immediately, Elsie found a storage room cluttered with miscellaneous items. They hid inside, locked the door, and barricaded it with a shelf.

"Elvis, I can't go with you anymore."

Despite her reluctance, Elsie knew she had to make a decision, "I'll stay here to draw their attention. With your skills, you should be able to escape easily. If we stay together, it will only make Avery’s men more ruthless. We might all end up dead here!"

"So, you don't want to die with me that much?" Elvis raised an eyebrow, still gripping her hand tightly.

"I don't."

Elsie didn’t hesitate; she turned away her blood-stained face, "I still have many things to do, and if I have to die, it definitely won't be today!"

Elvis' eyes reddened, his Adam's apple bobbing as he suddenly pushed her against the wall and kissed her fiercely.

Elsie trembled, hastily covering his mouth with her hand. His eyes, deep and longing, did not wane in their intensity.

"Don't." Tears welled up in Elsie's eyes, her shoulders shaking gently, "I'm dirty."

Because she loved him, deeply and dearly. And that was why she wanted him to remain pristine; even if he were to find someone else in the future, it should be a perfect and outstanding woman, not her, a flower trampled by circumstances.