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!

only she didn’t have the dead weight of a mother, if

be so cold? Perhaps Eunice wouldn’t be the one

felt like she

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

was as far as it could

Evert family was like the chime

her that Cinderella’s

the very least, someone with a background, a family, a past

illegitimate daughter, was filled with venomous

something you need, it can wait until I’m done,” Camille

of respect 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 held high?

today, and she did not want to be brought

in

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

and there may have been some neglect. But here we treat everyone equally; there was never any intention

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

to acknowledge your ties to the Evert family, but that is a part of your heritage you can’t erase. No

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

felt a wicked sense of rivalry flare up and stepped closer to Camille. “Camille, always remember your place, as the Evert

on his teacup tightened, the veins on his

considering Camille’s feelings, he quickly shifted his intense gaze away from her pale face, fearing that his attention might make her

we discuss things there? Are you ashamed of your status

press the issue. “We come to see you once in a blue moon, and you throw up every obstacle to avoid us. If we don’t make

held her tongue due to

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

Arnold remained silent.

didn’t dare look his way, her heart aching to

could accept

as bright as daylight and eyes as clear as

oppressive silence hung in the

reddening. “Yes, I am the illegitimate daughter, the child of Spencer Evert’s 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?

stunned into silence. The more Camille laughed, the

wretch, she’s completely throwing caution to

it, why summon your long–lost illegitimate daughter

the wind. Glancing at her watch, her

engaged, your father wants you to design a couple of dresses for her,” Mrs. Evert said through clenched teeth, trying to

month, and the one after

you would

“What’s he to me? Even if the President himself asked,