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!

dead weight of a mother,

Eunice

like she was walking with lead in her

sitting there, handsome, upright, and with features so striking that they could make her

that was as far

family was like the

Cinderella’s dream was over.

the very least, someone with a background, a family, a past not as disgraceful and messy

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

something 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,

she was today, and she did not want to be brought low or looked

the bleak look in Camille’s eyes

having bottled up her fury, finally found her outlet, releasing 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

here we treat everyone equally; there was never any intention to make it

spreading to her very core. “Let’s discuss this in my

you’ve grown independent and refuse to acknowledge your ties to the Evert family, but that is a part of your heritage you can’t erase. No matter how high you fly,

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

a wicked sense of rivalry flare up and stepped closer to

veins on his hand standing out

shifted his intense gaze away from her pale face, fearing that his attention might make

your office? Why should we discuss things there? Are you

and you throw up every obstacle to avoid us. If we don’t make a scene, are we to let your

assistant, insulted, was fuming yet held her tongue due to

a knife twisting in Camille’s heart, laying bare her most painful aspects in front of

Arnold remained silent.

her heart aching to the point of

could

even Arnold, with a heart as bright as daylight

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 time comes, I’ll

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

completely throwing caution

long–lost illegitimate daughter

at her watch, her

a couple of dresses for her,” Mrs. Evert said through clenched teeth,

solid this month, next month, and the one after that.

turned frosty, “Camille, you would

her gaze fearlessly, “What’s he to me? Even if the