His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 312

Debby’s return was a delightful surprise for the Ashbourne family!

As Debby’s biological mother, Suri was the most composed and dignified of the three ladies of the household. Over the years, few had ever seen her shed a tear. Seeing her daughter, she managed to keep her emotions in check, her eyes merely welling up.

But her stepmothers, Myra and Aviana, were far more emotional. They threw their arms around Debby, weeping uncontrollably. One might have mistaken Suri for the stepmother!

“Alright, alright! Have you two had enough?”

Emeric stood by, his handsome face twisted in complaint, “It’s my turn now!”

Everyone was speechless.

Reluctantly, Myra and Aviana let go.

Without missing a beat, Emeric rushed forward, embracing Debby tightly, crying even harder than the women, “Oh, my daughter! I’ve missed you so much! I thought you’d forgotten about me after getting married. You never came home to visit! You ungrateful girl!”

They were all speechless.

Seeing Emeric making a scene, Evadne, his other daughter, was mortified.

Thankfully, they were all family in the living room.

“Well, at least he didn’t embarrass us in public,” she thought, relieved.

“Dad, I never forgot about you. I’m here to see you now, aren’t I?”

Debby soothed her father, patting his back gently, “Darcy has been really busy recently. I’ve been helping with the election campaign. I only told him I was coming home after I boarded the plane. Dad, I’m not ungrateful. I’ve always been thinking of you. Don’t be angry, okay? I brought you a set of fine bone china. You’ll love it.” Everyone watched her, feeling sympathy for her.

Years ago, she had gone against her father’s wishes and married Darcy, a congressman who was ten years her senior. She had moved to a foreign land for love, seeing her family less often.

Little did they know, the Ashbourne’s daughter would shine brightly in another country. Aside from the Queen, she was the second most admired woman in Helgen, voted by the public.

Such a high social status was something even Evadne couldn’t match. It made her proud to have such an accomplished and influential sister.

“Where’s the gift? Where is it?” Emeric finally managed to hold back his tears, his curiosity piqued.

He was just like a child who stopped throwing a tantrum after being given a lollipop!

“I met your secretary when I arrived. I’ve already given him the gift, along with the jewelry for Myra.”

As she spoke, Debby looked at Myra gently, “Happy birthday, Myra.”

“The fact that you’re here is the best gift, Debby.” Myra’s eyes welled up again. She was always so emotional.

“What about your husband? Didn’t he send anything?” Emeric raised an eyebrow, still not satisfied.

“Emeric, that’s enough.”

Evadne rolled her eyes at her father’s insatiable curiosity. “You’ve got enough antiques and collectibles to start a museum. You won’t take them with What’s the point of having so many?”

young! You don’t

were in ancient times,

would you

the famous critic and moralist, always keeping the

the

be here by

watch, “I’ll give him a

hundred meters away from the

phone via Bluetooth, waiting for the

you when

you

die.

ASAP. If there’s any more nonsense, I will officially cut ties with them! If they ever want to hold a show in Elmsworth in the future, don’t blame me for being

changed to green, and Camille, still

out like a pink bolt

then, a discreet Mercedes E–Class came speeding from the opposite direction. Both of them were turning, one

“Ah! God!”

call and didn’t notice the black sedan. She slammed on the brakes, sparks flying from the

Mercedes driver also realized the danger and slammed on his brakes as well. The screeching

was a crash!

the car as the airbags

not exploded. Otherwise, she

have had some

the car door, rubbing her neck, her face twisted with anger as she got out of the

pink Ferrari

pink! Damn it!” Camille’s carefully styled hair was messed up, but

Mercedes was also in a sorry state,

of the car, coughing from

car coming and you still drove

explode with anger, knowing she was going to be late for the birthday

face and tall, dashing figure under his sleek black suit stopped her in her tracks. Her fan–girl syndrome kicked in, her mouth hung open, and her

nose, broad shoulders, narrow waist,

a masterpiece!

towards her, her

Wait a minute!

him seem so familiar? As if

“Miss, 1 can drive.”

furrowing in frustration, “Even though I can drive, I can’t stop people

you? It was you who hit me, all

why are you driving a black sedan in the middle of the

filled with mockery, “Hmm, which law in our country states that you can’t drive at night? But the law does state that

petite feet, clad in high heels, curled

you crossed the solid line when you turned.

for the police to decide. But I don’t have time to

handed it to her. “This has my

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