His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 845

In the wee hours, the darkness was oppressive.

Evadne was nestled sweetly against Thaddeus, deep in slumber, but the man himself hadn't yet fallen asleep. He was poring over a stack of financial reports and project plans that he had pulled from the nightstand.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by the anxious voice of Alva, “Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy, are you asleep?”

Thaddeus, cautious not to wake his beloved, quietly got out of bed and tiptoed to the door.

“Alva, what are you doing up this late?”

“Mr. Abernathy, Mr. Waverley is here!”

“Mr. Waverley? You mean Evadne’s brother Elvis?” Thaddeus was slightly taken aback.

“Yes! He’s in the living room right now; he looks terrible. You better come down quickly!”

Just then, Evadne, in her fluffy slippers and rubbing her sleepy eyes, shuffled up behind him.

“Thaddeus, I heard you mention Elvis is here?”

“I’m sorry for waking you,” Thaddeus' eyes softened as he gently wrapped his arm around her waist.

Evadne leaned into his embrace; the two bodies intimately snuggling with merely silk fabric between them.

“It’s okay, but Elvis wouldn’t come this late without a good reason. Let’s go see him, Thaddeus.”

In the living room.

When Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy saw Elvis with his face bloodied and his clothes torn, their expressions turned to shock!

Especially Evadne, she’d never seen her brother so disheveled and distraught. Elvis, always as mighty as a demigod!

Of course, the battles Elvis fought, the life-and-death situations, he’d never let his beloved sister witness.

“Elvis! What happened? Are you hurt?!”

Evadne rushed forward, her delicate hands frantically searching over his shoulders, her face pale with worry.

“Evadne, I’m alright,” Elvis looked as if his soul had been drained off, his voice hollow, his gaze distant.

Evadne, frantic with worry, pressed, “You’re alright? Look at your face! And what happened to your clothes?!”

After a moment, Elvis slowly lifted his head, his breathing heavy as if a violent emotion was about to burst forth.

“Evadne, I’ve never asked for anything over the years, but this time, I'm begging you.”

“One drug, from development to clinical trials and then to government approval, can take a tedious and lengthy process, often up to five years or even a decade. And trials on animals don’t provide as accurate data as those on humans.”

Evadne, realizing the inhumanity of the situation, was filled with fury, “With enough test subjects and detailed data, he could significantly speed up the drug development process, shortening what might take ten years to maybe two or three!

Clearly, this’s a powerful drug; otherwise, Avery wouldn’t risk human trials! If he succeeds, he’ll become unstoppable!

As for Wayne, Gordon’s sudden arrest last time likely also involved him. This sort of collusion between government and business is typical for the Chambers Group. No doubt, he’s also been pushing this drug trial agenda from behind the scenes!”

With the clues provided by Elsie, Evadne connected all the dots, her analytical mind shining.

“I wanna get Elsie out, but she refuses to leave Avery’s side; she wants to stay and act as an undercover.”

Elvis' heart ached as he recalled Elsie’s resolute expression, as if his heart was pierced and then violently stirred, “Evadne, Elsie must be safe. She must!”

Evadne grasped his cold hand, “Elvis, your feelings for Elsie…”

Elvis looked into his sister’s beautiful face, his nose tingling with emotion.

Once, she and Elsie had looked so alike, almost indistinguishable from a distance. Now, Elsie was no longer a mere copy of Evadne, no longer anyone’s substitute.

Elsie was Elsie, uniquely his Ms. Archer. With all his passion surging, Elvis confirmed resolutely, “Evadne, I’ve fallen in love with her. I’ve fallen in love with Elsie.”