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!

weight of a mother, if only her

so cold? Perhaps Eunice wouldn’t be the one

step Camille took towards them felt like she was walking with lead in her

sitting there, handsome, upright, and with

far as it could

was like the chime of midnight bells.

that Cinderella’s

be with a better girl. At the very least, someone with a background, a family, a past

seeing this remarkable illegitimate daughter,

currently working. If there’s something you need, it can wait until

afford a full–blown confrontation. If their family scandal got out, how could

to get where she was today, and she did not want to be brought

look in Camille’s eyes but

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

there may have been some neglect. But here we treat everyone equally; there was never any intention to make it difficult for you.”

over, a chill spreading

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

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

rivalry flare up and stepped closer

teacup tightened, the veins on his hand standing out as his heart twinged

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

office? Why should we discuss things there? Are you

determined to press the issue. “We come to see you once in a blue moon, and you throw up every obstacle to avoid us. If we

fuming yet held her tongue due

her most painful aspects in front of

Arnold remained silent.

look his way, her heart aching to the

could accept

as daylight and

hung in the air.

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

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

wretch, she’s completely throwing caution to the wind!

summon your long–lost illegitimate daughter after all these

Glancing at her watch, her slender eyes filled with icy disdain, “Make it quick, my time is

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

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

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

to me? Even if the President himself asked, I’d