His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1193

Elsie's eyes were blood-red as the sharp blade sliced through the air toward the man's chest. During her time with Avery, one of the first things she had learned was how to kill quickly and efficiently. Her technique didn't need to be flashy, just lethal. She despised violence and bloodshed, and had never once used those skills. Now, the first person to force her hand was this man.

But just as the tip of her dagger was inches from Hans's heart, she hesitated.

Elvis's heartbroken voice echoed in her mind: *"Ellie, I still believe Hans is Hubery! He has to be! We miss him so much… We just want him to come home!"*

Elsie's eyes widened. Her movement slowed, the deadly intent of her strike faltering.

In that single moment of hesitation, the tables turned.

Hans stood his ground, his expression unreadable. He caught her slender wrist and twisted it sharply.

"Ugh—!"

A pained gasp escaped Elsie's lips as cold sweat drenched her body. The dagger fell from her hand, clattering to the floor. In the next instant, Hans yanked her backward. Her back slammed against his hard chest, and his powerful forearm locked around her neck, rendering her immobile. She gasped for air, but her strength was fading, her face flushing a deep red.

"You can't even kill without hesitating. You're a true failure of Avery's creation," Hans said coldly, looking down at her purpling face and her eyes, which were beginning to lose focus. He knew that with just a little more pressure, she would suffocate within a minute. His orders were to bring her in alive, but he thought it might be better to end it here. Sometimes, living was worse than death. He knew Chad's methods all too well.

"Hubery… Fifth… Brother…" Tears streamed from Elsie's reddened eyes as she clawed desperately at his iron-like arm. "Please… wake up!"

*Hubery. That name again.*

Hans's chest felt tight, as if he were the one being choked. "How many times do I have to tell you? I am not your Hubery!"

"You… are…!" Elsie's eyes were filled with tears, her lips struggling to form the words. "Hubery… your family… is still waiting for you… to come home…"

The words "come home" felt like a pair of sharp tweezers, plucking at a nerve in his heart. A subtle, sharp pain spread through his cold chest. A throb in his temple made him momentarily loosen his grip on Elsie's neck.

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