His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1003

In the heart of the forest—

Elvis and Hans were locked in a fierce battle, their fists flying like the wind, neither gaining the upper hand. The two of them moved with the speed and intensity of a summer storm, each blow echoing through the trees.

As they grappled, Elvis seized the chance to study the man who looked strikingly like Hubery. Even amid the chaos, he couldn't resist firing off questions:

"What's your name?"

"How old are you?"

"Do you have family?"

"Can you fly a plane?"

Hans furrowed his brow, clenching his fists even tighter, frustration gnawing at him. This was a fight for survival, and here was Elvis, wasting time with pointless questions! The man must be out of his mind!

Initially, Hans only intended to hold him off. But as the fight wore on, he realized he wouldn't feel satisfied without giving Elvis a good thrashing.

Elvis sensed the stalemate couldn't last. He needed to test him. Sometimes, even if someone loses their memory, their deeply ingrained habits and instincts remain.

"Look, a snake!" Elvis shouted, eyes wide with feigned alarm, pointing at Hans' feet.

In an instant, the cold, menacing Hans turned ghostly pale, stumbling backward several steps!

"Hubery, it has to be you!" Elvis's eyes burned with emotion, his heart leaping with joy.

Their younger brother had always adored apples, often sitting under the apple tree, munching on one while reading. Once, a little snake had fallen from the branches, landing on his head, its tongue flickering. It scared him so much that he avoided the apple tree for ages.

Ever since, he's had a deep fear of snakes, even shivering at the sight of a harmless worm.

Only the Ashbourne family knew this secret.

And Hans, a ruthless assassin who lived by the sword—how could he be afraid of a mere snake?!

Thaddeus's heart clenched as he recognized the face—it was Evadne.

His pulse quickened, and he rushed towards the chapel. Step by step, he approached the glass conservatory.

In the midst of vibrant, fragrant roses, Evadne sat gracefully on a vintage red velvet sofa, clad in a snow-white lace wedding dress.

"Evadne!"

Thaddeus felt the blood surge through his veins, a tidal wave of urgency propelling him towards her. He called her name over and over, but she remained unresponsive.

The breathtaking beauty, with one shoulder exposed, rested peacefully like a delicate white rose adrift in a sea of red.

Just as Thaddeus reached the threshold of the conservatory—

Avery, draped in a sleek black evening gown, emerged from behind the statue, stepping beside Evadne.