His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1200

Alexia glared at Hans as he stood before her car, a figure of rugged, chilling intensity. She had a visceral urge to step on the gas and run him over. But he was one of the Sir’s most trusted men, and she didn’t dare. So, she pulled her white fur coat tighter around her and slowly got out of the car.

Their eyes met, a silent, stormy confrontation.

“Hans, don’t you have something to explain to me?” Alexia broke the silence, her voice dripping with venom.

Hans’s pale lips moved stiffly. “Where did you take her?”

“You have the nerve to question me? If the Sir hadn’t wisely sent me as backup tonight, Elsie would have been long gone!” Alexia took a step closer, her teeth gritted. “This was the mission the Sir gave you. Is this how you handle it? You, the man who’s supposed to be an unstoppable killer, couldn’t even handle a common tramp? Or did you let her go on purpose? Are you planning on betraying the Sir?”

Hans’s gloved hands clenched so tightly the leather creaked. His jaw was a razor’s edge. The word “betrayal” was heavy, something he had never even considered. But as the word left Alexia’s lips, a tidal wave of turmoil crashed through him, shaking the foundations of his stoic composure.

Alexia rose on her tiptoes, trying to grab his collar, but Hans sidestepped her, causing her to stumble forward. Enraged, she spat, “I’m warning you, Hans, don’t get any funny ideas! Your pathetic life belongs to the Sir! If it weren’t for his mercy, you would have rotted on some beach, your bones picked clean by sharks! You’ll be his dog for the rest of your life, and if you dare think otherwise, I’ll tell him everything. Your fate will be worse than being fed to sharks! Ah—!”

Before she could finish, a sharp, cracking pain exploded in her nose. She spun around twice from the force of the blow before collapsing to the ground.

“Who did you call a dog?” Hans loomed over her, his fist still clenched, his voice like ice. “If I’m a dog, what are you? A braying donkey?”

“You… you hit me?! You hit a woman?!” Alexia clutched her bleeding nose, tears of pain streaming down her face. She had undergone extensive plastic surgery to change her appearance, a costly and painful process. She spent hundreds of thousands every month on maintenance alone. Hans’s punch had definitely broken her nose, and she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. The pain was excruciating.

“You should be grateful you belong to the Sir. Otherwise, for what you just said, I would have slit your throat.”

A shiver of pure terror ran down Alexia’s spine, and her sobs caught in her throat. This man always spoke the most brutal words in the calmest tone.

Knowing he would get nothing more from her, Hans turned to leave, his face a grim mask. Then, he stopped and looked back. “What did you just say?”

Alexia held her nose, confused. “W-what?”

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