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

attitude be so cold? Perhaps Eunice wouldn’t be

towards them felt like she

just come downstairs when she saw Arnold sitting there, handsome, upright, and with features so striking that they

as far as it

family was like the

reminding her that Cinderella’s dream was

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

illegitimate daughter,

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

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

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

look in Camille’s eyes but remained impassive,

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

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

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

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

subtle. Does Camille even understand? Maybe I should translate for her.”

there, felt a wicked sense of rivalry flare up and stepped closer to Camille. “Camille, always remember

the veins on his

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

should we discuss things there? Are you ashamed of your status

in a blue moon, and you throw up every obstacle to avoid us.

assistant, insulted, was fuming yet held her tongue due to their relationship with the

most painful aspects in

Arnold remained silent.

way, her heart aching to the point of

one could

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

silence hung

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

into silence. The more

she’s completely throwing

summon your long–lost illegitimate daughter after

been somewhat reserved up until now, threw caution to the wind. Glancing at her watch, her slender eyes filled with icy disdain, “Make it quick, my time is worth a

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

month, next month, and the one after

gaze turned frosty, “Camille, you would even defy your father’s orders?”

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