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!

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

could her father’s attitude be so cold? Perhaps Eunice wouldn’t be the one marrying into the prestigious Gellar

them felt like she was walking with

she saw Arnold sitting there, handsome, upright, and with features so striking that they could make her heart

that was as far as it

family was like the chime

reminding her that Cinderella’s dream was over.

girl. At the very least, someone with a background, a family, a past not

remarkable illegitimate daughter, was filled with venomous spite.

it can wait until I’m done,” Camille said,

presence, she couldn’t afford a full–blown confrontation. If their family scandal got out, how could she

had struggled through the mire to get where she was today, and she did not

bleak look in Camille’s

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 grown along with it. Gone

neglect. But here we treat everyone

a chill spreading to her very core. “Let’s

the Evert family, but that is a part of your heritage you can’t erase. No matter how

subtle. Does Camille even understand?

sense of rivalry flare up and stepped closer to Camille. “Camille, always remember your place,

on his hand standing out as his heart twinged with pain.

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

office? Why should we discuss things there? Are you ashamed of

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 us willy–nilly?”

was fuming yet held her tongue due to their

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

Arnold remained silent.

his way, her heart aching to the point of stopping.

one could accept her.

bright as daylight and eyes as clear as

oppressive silence hung

a melodramatic family drama at its finest. Eunice, aren’t you about to get engaged to Mr. Almond? When the time comes,

silence. The more Camille laughed, the

throwing caution

your long–lost illegitimate daughter

watch,

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

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

turned frosty, “Camille, you would even defy

fearlessly, “What’s he to me? Even