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?”

don’t understand!” Emeric

“You’re just greedy. If we were in

would

“I’d be Samuel Johnson, the famous critic and

in the room

be here by now? What’s taking him so long?”

“I’ll give him a call.”

hundred

the phone via Bluetooth,

you when

you

die.

ties with them! If they ever want to hold a show in Elmsworth in the future, don’t blame me for being ruthless and tripping

to green, and Camille,

Ferrari shot out like a

opposite direction. Both of them were turning, one left, the other right, and both

“Ah! God!”

her phone call and didn’t notice the black sedan. She slammed on the brakes, sparks flying from the tires as they skidded on

and slammed on his brakes as well. The screeching sound

was a crash!

as the airbags deployed,

windshield only shattered, not exploded. Otherwise, she might have been

had some bad

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

pink Ferrari was

styled hair was messed up, but she didn’t care, she was too upset about

was also in a sorry state, its hood

the car,

saw my car coming and you still drove right into

about to explode with anger, knowing she was going to be late

stopped her in her tracks. Her fan–girl syndrome

eyes, high nose, broad shoulders,

masterpiece! A real

as Arnold walked towards her,

Wait a minute!

As if she had seen him

“Miss, 1 can drive.”

people from rushing to hit my car.

to hit you? It was

so angry that her eyes bulged out, her sharp high heels stomping hard on the ground. “And why are you

states that you can’t drive at night? But the law does state that you can’t use

clad in high heels, curled

crossed the solid line when you turned. You’re fully

or not, that’s for the police to decide. But I don’t

card, and handed it to her. “This has my phone number and office address on it. Let me know

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