His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 922

In the dead of night, the hospital corridors were eerily quiet, with only a lone nurse at the front desk fighting a losing battle against sleep.

Suddenly, the surveillance monitors flickered red, signaling a loose connection.

A man in a lab coat, his face obscured by a mask, darted past the front desk towards Mrs. Jones's room with the urgency of a shadow.

He glanced around cautiously, ensuring no one was in sight, before silently slipping into the room.

The figure in the bed was curled up on their side, seemingly in a deep slumber.

The man crept closer, drawing a dagger from his sleeve. He raised his arm high, ready to plunge the blade into the unsuspecting victim!

But in a heartbeat, his vision went dark—

The person in bed had suddenly sprung up, throwing the blanket over his head!

Panicked, the man flailed with the knife, slicing and stabbing at the fabric. When he finally tore the blanket away, he was met with the cold steel of a gun barrel aimed right at his forehead.

"Don't move, unless you fancy a bullet in your brain," came a voice from the darkness.

Elvis's eyes, sharp and piercing in the gloom, twinkled with a mischievous smirk that was as chilling as it was captivating.

The door burst open—

Jason and Gordon led a team into the room, quickly surrounding the intruder.