His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 676

The assistant was completely dumbfounded by the man’s suave handling of the situation.

And with Arnold’s aloof demeanor, she truly believed he was just an ordinary customer coming to pick up his laundry.

“Darling, what are you staring at with such big eyes?” Mrs. Evert gave Eunice a sharp tug.

“Mom! Look at that man. He’s drop–dead gorgeous! I’ve never seen someone so magnificently handsome!” Eunice exclaimed with the excitement of a sheltered heiress.

“Enough. You’re high society, don’t act like you’ve never seen a good–looking man before. Even the handsomest of men have only two legs, don’t they?” Mrs. Evert chided her, though she couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Arnold from the corner of her eye.

She felt like she recognized him from somewhere.

Also, his gaze on them felt so cold and sinister it sent shivers down her spine.

As the assistant pondered how to shoo away these two pests, the sharp click–clack of high heels echoed down the spiral staircase.

“Have you two had your fill of drama yet?”

Arnold’s gaze shifted to the pale–faced Camille standing not too far off, his deep–set eyes narrowing slightly.

“Mom, that wench is here!” Eunice, seeing her half–sister, was filled with disdain and animosity.

Originally, Eunice was the sole, legitimate heiress of the Evert family.

But the arrival of her illegitimate sister had somewhat shaken her standing in her father’s heart. This so–called sister was just too formidable, being not only beautiful but also incredibly talented. Camille had excelled academically since childhood and had grown up to become one of the top fashion designers in the country!

of a mother, if only her mother wasn’t a convicted

be so cold? Perhaps Eunice wouldn’t be

felt like she was walking

come downstairs when she saw Arnold sitting there, handsome, upright, and with features so striking that they could make her heart flutter time and time again.

as far as it could go.

Evert family was like the

Cinderella’s dream

liked him, she hoped he could be with a better girl. At the very least, someone

Evert, seeing this remarkable illegitimate daughter, was filled with venomous spite.

you need, it can wait until I’m done,” Camille said, her voice strained

for Arnold’s presence, she couldn’t afford a full–blown confrontation. If their family scandal got out, how could she face him, or her mentor, with her head

through the mire to get where she was today, and she did not want to be brought low or

in Camille’s

a toxic blast of resentment. “Camille, you’ve become a well–known designer now, haven’t you? Your tone sure is grand, and your temper has grown along with it. Gone are the days when you and your mother would leech off the Evert family, acting all meek and

Evert, my assistant didn’t recognize you, and there may have been some neglect. But here we treat everyone equally; there was never any intention to make it difficult

as if she had frozen over, a chill spreading to her very core. “Let’s discuss this in

Evert family, but that is a part of your heritage

you’re being so subtle. Does Camille even understand? Maybe

wicked sense of rivalry flare up and stepped

his hand standing out as his heart twinged with pain.

feelings, he quickly shifted his intense gaze away from her pale face, fearing that his

office? Why should we discuss things there? Are you

see you once in a blue moon, and you throw up every obstacle to avoid us. If we don’t make a scene, are we to let your guard dogs bite

tongue due to their relationship with

most painful aspects in front of the man she cared

Arnold remained silent.

look his way, her heart aching to

could accept her.

Arnold, with a heart as bright as daylight and eyes as clear

hung in the air.

mistress. Our family really should be a soap opera cast, a melodramatic family drama at its finest. Eunice, aren’t you about to get engaged to Mr. Almond? When the

mother were stunned into silence. The more Camille laughed, the more furious they became.

she’s completely throwing caution to the wind!

summon your long–lost illegitimate daughter after all these

up until now, threw caution to the wind. Glancing at her watch, her slender eyes filled with icy disdain,

you to design a couple of dresses for her,”

I’m booked solid this month, next month, and the one

frosty, “Camille, you would even defy your father’s

to me? Even if the President himself asked, I’d refuse.”