His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 75
A Rolls Royce rolled into the gates of Silverlake Harbor, the vintage-style buildings standing tall and majestic under the sunset
The moment the gates opened, the ser vants were all abuzz.
“The Miss is back!”
Evadne and Cas sius had barely stepped out of the car when they saw the butler and the ser vants lined up on both sides, bowing respectfully.
“Welcome home, Miss!”
“Miss, may you be forever happy and healthy!”
Evadne smiled in response, saying. “The same to you guys.”
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.
“Evadne! You’re finally back! We’ve missed you so much!”
Following the sound, she saw Suri and a short-haired woman rushing towards her. The woman was dressed in a purple satin shirt and black wide-leg trousers and was tall and beautiful. She was Emeric Ashbourne’s last and youngest wife, Aviana Ashbourne.
“Suri, Aviana.” Evadne smiled and greeted them with a warm hug.
Cas sius watched this scene with mixed feelings.
The Ashbourne family was Skyrim’s top family, with complicated relationships and numerous family feuds. When Aviana joined the Ashbourne family, all hell broke loose. That’s why Evadne left home to become a doctor without borders, leading a tough and nomadic life. But these three women slowly melted her indifference with their sincerity. while Cas sius shared many stories about them, helping Evadne gradually accept them.
The problem now was that if there was anyone to blame, it was their father, Emeric.
“Evadne, you’ve lost weight.” Aviana looked at Evadne with a reproachful look. “Cas sius, if you’re too busy to take care of Evadne, just spit it out; we can help. You said you would help Evadne gain weight, but now she looks like a skinny monkey. You owe me an explanation.”
Cas sius chuckled, “My bad, my bad, I’ll make it right.”
Evadne chimed in, “Aviana, you know I’m the type who can eat and not gain weight. Cas sius even brought his chief secretary, Jason, to take care of me. You know Jason’s cooking skills; I’m well taken care of every day so you guys don’t have to worry.”
Aviana laughed in response, saying, “I don’t buy it. Can Jason’s cooking skills compare to Myra’s? Myra has been busy preparing ingredients since she heard you were coming back. She’s been in the kitchen all day, not even taking a sip of water. Your dad said it’s like she’s preparing for a state banquet, even more formal than entertaining foreign dignitaries.”
Evadne chuckled, “Myra is taking it too seriously; I said a family dinner would be enough; it’s all about the reunion.”

“We all offered to help her, but she insisted on doing it herself because she said she doesn’t trust anyone else’s cooking skills.”
Suri sighed lightly, laughing. “Myra may seem the gentlest, but who knew she could be so stubborn? She’s truly uncontrollable.”
“Myra doesn’t distrust you, Suri; she distrusts Aviana, right?”
Evadne giggled, “After all, after you burnt the pot four times, set off the fire alarm three times, and blew up the stove twice, she doesn’t dare let you anywhere near the kitchen.”
“Evadne, can you not always reveal my shortcomings? We’re still friends, right?” Aviana raised an eyebrow, reaching out to tickle Evadne.
“Friends, the best of friends! Haha!”
They started fooling around like children.
Whenever Evadne thought about Myra Barlow Ashbourne, she would remember her days as Thaddeus’s wife in the Abernathy family.
She lived like she was walking on thin ice for those three years, careful not to upset Thaddeus or the Abernathy family.
She only endured for three years, and it felt like she had been skinned alive. Myra had been there for twenty years; how did she manage?
Women shouldn’t have to be so humble for men; they should be independent, strong, and beautiful, blossoming proudly like flowers in the snow, not wasting away in a mansion; it would be such a waste.
A large crowd gathered around Evadne, everyone happily accompanying her into the villa.
The evening breeze was refreshing, as was the moon’s crescent.
A Maybach quietly parked outside Silverlake Harbor, enveloped by the lonely night.
Gordon opened the car door, and Thaddeus got out of the car with his long legs, his deep eyes looking at the gate across the street.
“I’ve heard that Chairman Emeric has a penchant for vintage European architecture and has dozens of estates all over the country. Now that I’m here, it seems the rumors were true.”
Gordon admired the elegant and cla**ic architecture of Silverlake Harbor: “This is like paradise on earth; it’s truly breathtaking. It even outshines the Windermere Estate.”
Realizing he might have said something wrong, he quickly turned away and smacked his lips in self-reproach.
Thaddeus’s eyes were dark, darker than the night sky, reflecting the brightly lit Ashbourne family. He could faintly hear the laughter and chatter, feeling as if his heart was submerged in a winter lake, the cold spreading throughout his body.
Ilana, as Cas sius’s girlfriend, was very popular in the Ashbourne family.
At first, he thought the Ashbourne group’s relationships were complicated. Emeric had three wives besides his deceased wife. Although they were not officially married, they each had offspring in the Ashbourne family.
Ilana wanted to marry into the Ashbourne family. Those three wives were like three mountains so her situation would definitely be very difficult then she might choose to back down.
But who would’ve thought she actually got along so well with Cas sius’s family that he could hear their laughter from miles away?
The Ashbourne family folks seemed to like her so much.
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Thaddeus’s face was getting paler and paler, and his heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of misery as he felt like he was having trouble breathing.
“Do you have a cigarette? I could use one.”
“Emeric! I’m back!” Evadne shouted as soon as she entered the living room.
“Could you be any slower? I’m about to pa** out from hunger!”
Emeric grumbled, striding over with Arnold following behind.
“Wow, you’re looking sharp, Emeric. What’s with the formal getup? Trying to outshine everyone else?” Evadne joked, giving her dad a once-over.
Emeric was dressed in a waistcoat over a white shirt, a fine gold watch chain hanging from his lapel. Despite his age, his face was still handsome and clear-cut. He looked every bit the wealthy duke from a TV drama.
“Do I need to try to outdo you guys?” Emeric raised an eyebrow and said, “I could be in a movie with my casual outfits. If it was thirty years ago, I’d be on posters being admired by countless women, alright?”
“Uh, Dad, that’s a bit ominous; the ‘admired’ ones are usually dead.” Arnold reminded him quietly.
“Can you shut up? Who would know if you didn’t say anything?” Emeric shot him a glare.
Everyone else knew, except for Emeric!