His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 975

"Then let's start searching! Find them, one by one!"

Elvis wiped away his tears fiercely, his eyes as red as if he'd been crying blood, "I'll call Bennett Waverley, and

ask him to send reinforcements to Helgen!"

"I've already reached out to the youngest, though I did so reluctantly," Cassius managed a wry smile, taking a

deep breath. "But now, we've got to stabilize the situation at hwhile mobilizing every resource we have to

find Evadne. The youngest is already on his way to Helgen overnight. He has sauthority, can mobilize a

group of men."

Thaddeus looked deeply at his older brother, his gaze burning with concern and intense worry:

"Bennett Waverley holds a high position. If he moves without permission, | fear it might tarnish his reputation,

affect his future."

"Future, status... What do they matter?"

Elvis choked up again, his eyes brimming with tears, "What's more important than Evadne?

We leave tomorrow... No, we leave now!"

"Elvis, calm down!"

Aaron stepped forward, grabbing Elvis's arm. He knew Elvis could be impulsive, but he hadn't expected this level

of recklessness, "It's already dark, which will only make the search harder! And it might all be for nothing!

Besides, Elsie's still here. She's still weak, barely getting the chance to be with you... Even if you must go, you

should stay tonight, spend it with her."

At the mention of Elsie, Elvis fell silent, his eyes closing in guilt and frustration.

"First thing tomorrow morning, we'll split into three groups and search the southern islands," Thaddeus said, his

jaw set firm. Turning to Darcy, "Brother-in- law, please, | also ask for your aid. Use whatever resources you can to

search other areas for Evadne. It's crucial we monitor the entire Helgen airspace to see if any suspicious aircraft

have passed over. This is very important!"

"Evadne... she walked into Avery's trap willingly, just to comfort me."

Darcy's eyes reddened with sorrow, his guilt suffocating, "Thaddeus, rest assured, I'll stop at nothing to bring

Evadne back to you!"

In the solemn, chilling silence of the early morning at the Office of the President, Elsie finally managed to calm

Debby down. Following the private doctor's advice, she gave her a little sleeping pill, and the emotionally

exhausted Debby finally drifted off.

Elsie returned to her room, burying her head under the covers, sobbing quietly. Seeing Elvis in such pain and

self-loathing, she felt his emotions a thousandfold. Evadne was taken by Avery, and she and Harvey were

nothing but Avery's pawns, placed in the church to draw attention away, facilitating his real plot.

The one who should bear the responsibility was her!

Elsie was just a cheap imitation of Ms. Evadne. Because of her, the precious lady was lost...

Elsie shut her eyes tightly, crying uncontrollably under the covers.

After what felt like ages, she felt the covers being pulled back slightly, a strong male presence approaching, and

finally, her tender body was enveloped in a warm, intense embrace.

Elsie's trembling back pressed against his firm, pulsing chest.

Elvis's chest.

She heard his deep, muffled breaths, felt his arms tighten around her waist, almost cutting her in half.

He was suppressing his pain, and so was she.

Elsie knew he needed comfort right now, but she couldn't even muster the courage to turn around and face him.

In the end, it was Elvis who turned her trembling body towards him, his strong

hands gripping her lower back, pulling them even closer.

Her soft body in a white nightgown against his black shirt and trousers.

It looked so seductively intimate.

If not for Evadne's disappearance, under such circumstances tonight, Elvis wouldn't have been able to control his

burning desire, would have already deeply claimed the woman he had longed for.

But now, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts on how to find Evadne, his heart in chaos, leaving no room for

passion.

"Why are you crying? Hmm?" Elvis still managed to muster the strength to kiss away the tears on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry..." Elsie's voice broke, her face buried in his shirt.

"Stop that. You're the last person to blame," Elvis soothed gently, his hand caressing her neck tenderly. "It's our

fault, the brothers’, for being negligent." Elsie sobbed, unable to speak, "If it weren't for me..."

"It has nothing to do with you. Don't think like that anymore," Elvis's voice was firm, authoritative.

His biggest fear was her blaming herself for Evadne's situation, then endlessly guilt-tripping herself, and

ultimately doing something out of his control.

He loved Evadne, but he also loved Elsie.

Two different kinds of love, yet equally intense, irreplaceable!

Thus, in the quiet of the night, they embraced silently, kissing deeply, for a long time.

"Elvis."

Elsie lay in his strong arms, her trembling fingers tracing his handsfeatures.

"Hmm?" Elvis's voice was husky, tender, and seductive.

"When Ms. Evadne is safely found, | want to do something."

Even though Elvis wanted to say she could do anything, curiosity still made him ask:

"What is it?"

"I want... to have plastic surgery."

Elsie closed her swollen eyes, tears at the corners, "I want to get my own face back. | want to be myself again..."

Elvis's heart clenched, his eyes moistening as he pulled her even closer:

"Alright, I'll be with you. Together, we'll find the Elsie you used to be."