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, if only her mother

so cold? Perhaps Eunice wouldn’t be the one marrying into the prestigious

step Camille took towards them felt like she was

she saw Arnold sitting there, handsome, upright, and with features so striking

as far as it could

family was like the chime

that Cinderella’s dream was

be with a better girl. At the very least, someone with a background, a family, a past not as disgraceful and

daughter, was filled with venomous spite.

can wait until I’m done,” Camille

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

where she was today, and she did

the bleak look in Camille’s eyes

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

have been some neglect. But here we treat everyone equally; there was

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 matter

subtle. Does Camille even understand? Maybe I should

Arnold sitting there, felt a wicked sense of rivalry flare up and stepped closer to Camille.

on his hand standing out as his heart twinged

gaze away from her pale face, fearing that his attention might make her feel even

discuss things there? Are you ashamed

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

assistant, insulted, was fuming yet held her tongue

Camille’s heart, laying bare her most painful aspects in front of the man she cared for

Arnold remained silent.

dare look his way, her heart

could accept her.

as bright as daylight

oppressive silence hung in

forced a smile, her eyes 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? When the time comes, I’ll be sure to give your future

into silence. The more Camille laughed, the more

little wretch, she’s completely throwing caution to

your long–lost illegitimate daughter

the wind. Glancing at her watch, her slender eyes filled with icy

a couple of dresses for

this month, next month, and the one

gaze turned frosty, “Camille, you

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