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!

didn’t have the dead weight of a

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

felt like she

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

as far as it could

family was like the chime of

her that Cinderella’s dream

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

this remarkable illegitimate daughter, was filled with venomous spite.

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

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

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

look in Camille’s eyes but remained impassive,

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,

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

a chill spreading

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

subtle. Does Camille even understand? Maybe I should translate

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

veins on his hand standing out as

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

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

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

was fuming yet held her tongue due to their relationship with

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

Arnold remained silent.

heart

could accept

with a heart as bright as daylight and eyes as clear

oppressive silence hung in the air.

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 husband a thorough introduction to our Evert family’s situation, so you can all

The more Camille laughed, the more furious

throwing caution

illegitimate daughter after all

her watch, her slender eyes filled

is getting engaged, your father wants you to design a couple of dresses for

this month, next month, and the one after that. No

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

her gaze fearlessly, “What’s he to me? Even if the President himself asked, I’d refuse.”