His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 373

The cocktail party was set once again at the Abernathy Hotel. Following a series of business meetings, the tycoons and elites of Elmsworth flocked here to continue their social engagements.

Evadne, behind the wheel of her sleek black Bugatti, zoomed through the city with Chasel, her passenger, clutching the door in a death grip, staring fixedly ahead, not daring to utter a single word.

He feared if he did, he’d probably hurl out his dinner from last night!

Upon reaching the hotel finally, Evadne executed a swift, smooth drift that brought the car to a stop in the parking space.

“Out,” Evadne, unfastening her seatbelt.

Chasel remained motionless, pale as a ghost.

Evadne blinked her almond–shaped eyes, waving a hand in front of him, “Hey, what’s happening? You’re not moving.”

“I feel sick.” Chasel’s face turning a sickly shade of white.

Evadne yelped, promptly kicking him out, “If you’re going to puke, do it outside! Not in my car!”

The moment the car door opened, Chasel did exactly that.

For a man of his high birth and noble upbringing, it was the first time he’d ever thrown up in such an undignified manner.

Fortunately, Cassius wasn’t around, or else he would’ve wished he were dead.

”

After emptying his stomach, Chasel weakly clung onto the car door, panting heavily as he glared at Evadne, “Are all of you Ashbournes mad? Driving cars like they’re airplanes!”

“You’re a grown man and you get carsick?”

Evadne crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head in disbelief, “My driving skills are on par with a race car driver, smooth as can be. If you can’t handle it, it’s clearly your problem.”

With that, she handed him a bottle of water, showing a bit of consideration.

Chasel rinsed his mouth, slowly regaining his composure.

“Hey, don’t forget what you promised me.”

“I remember.”

Evadne looked at him with a faint smile, “You cure Thaddeus, and I’ll introduce you to Dr. Eve. I keep my word.”

If only Chasel knew, the beautiful woman who had been ragging on him was his idol, Dr. Eve, he might have a few choice words to say about that, and possibly feel a bit short–changed.

Just then, a sleek black Bentley glided past them.

Evadne recognized the license plate; it was vaguely familiar.

The Bentley came to a stop not too far off, the driver stepping out to open the door.

Out of the car stepped two people Evadne knew all too well–Het Uncle Bevis Ashbourne and her scheming cousin, Dolores Ashbourne.

“Dad, how do I look tonight?” Dolores asked Bevis eagerly.

She was wearing a one–shoulder pink evening gown, holding a silver clutch adorned with diamonds. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her look like a wealthy heiress.

But Evadne could tell, the dress Dolores was wearing was a knockoff.

Because that brand would never lend an original dress to someone like Dolores, who had neither the social standing nor the commercial value. That would be like damaging their own reputation.

“Looking fabulous! You’re as beautiful as a flower! You’ll definitely be the center of attention tonight!” Bevis showered his daughter with praise.

even entered the event,

the center of attention isn’t important. What’s important is if

heard Dolores‘ words loud and clear, her eyebrows furrowing

her prétentious demeanor making his nausea

just be yourself, be considerate of Mr. Abernathy, and he’ll eventually fall

better than that slattern, Evadne. You need to have confidence. You’re no worse than Evadne. You just lack a bit of chance with Mr. Abernathy. But that’s not important. It can be created. Evadne and Mr. Abernathy really lack luck. Otherwise, why would they end up

silently to their self–serving speeches, her cool face betraying

in amazement as Bevis and Dolores

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

not exactly a secret.” Evadne responded, her

quite

divorce can’t wait to strangle each other, but you’re going out of your way to cure your ex–husband’s illness? Is this a case of old flames dying

clear

expressionless, started walking

strong yet icy. For a woman in her early twenties, she carried herself with the strength of a blade that could cut through a storm, her aura commanding and

but crack a smile, “Evadne, you’re becoming more and

his acquaintances on the way, leaving

entrance with an air of arrogance,

Ashbourne, please

“Thank you.”

and was about to step in, she heard the confident click

surprise, her

and Chasel were strolling towards the banquet hall side by

clenched her teeth,

of a sudden? There was no hint of her coming

like an international supermodel beside her? Was he her toy boy, or

cuz! I didn’t expect to see you here!” Dolores‘ expression

the arrogant exchange between Bevis and his daughter in the parking lot earlier, he might have believed they had a

return home. The

being here? You’re here. Why can’t I be?” Evadne didn’t look at her, her red lips curling

sis. You never attend

well you better get used to

be appearing in public more often. I expect we’ll be seeing each other quite a bit.” Dolores forced an

your invitation?”

have any invitation.” Evadne admitted

“Pfft!”

and laugh, delighted at the opportunity to regain some dignity, “Oh sis, have you been out of the loop for so long that you

“I’m sorry miss, but without an

Evadne.” Evadne said simply, her eyes

a shockwave, leaving the two staff

easier, Evadne might have said “My father

enough to make an impact. She no longer needed

some last–minute business with Mr. Abernathy. It was

surprisingly humble, offering a smile, “Since I don’t have an invitation, I understand that I can’t go in. Could you please let him know I’m

my friend. May we

Please, come

and Chasel were respectfully led

red with anger,

no matter where, no matter how hard she tried, as soon as Evadne

Jareth were heading towards the

at your place?” Thaddeus asked, his face emotionless but

well. I’m planning to take her for a vacation after I finish up some

dripped with warmth and anticipation for future at the mention of Marilla, “I’ve found a psychologist who

Thaddeus stopped,

sure. Lily told me about it. She thinks Marilla must have endured some psychological trauma in the past. I suspect it has something to do with that awful Glynnis. -After all, Marilla was always bullied by that witch sister in your family. It’s no wonder she has

doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve taken my revenge for Marilla. If Glynnis ever tries to hurt my woman again, I’ll pluck all her teeth, pull out all her hair and make her

something to Glynnis?” Thaddeus asked,

“Why? Are you worried?”