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 mother, if only

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

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

and with features so striking that they could make her

was as far as it

was like the chime of

reminding her that Cinderella’s dream

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

this remarkable illegitimate daughter,

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

family scandal got out, how could she face him, or her mentor,

and she did not want to be brought

in Camille’s eyes but remained

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 are the days when you and your mother would

didn’t recognize you, and there may have been some neglect. But here we treat everyone equally; there was never any intention

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

grown independent and refuse to acknowledge 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 must always

subtle. Does Camille even understand? Maybe I

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

grip on his teacup tightened, the veins on his hand standing out as

away from her pale face,

Why should we discuss things there? Are you ashamed

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

her tongue due to their relationship

was like a knife twisting in Camille’s heart, laying bare her most painful aspects in

Arnold remained silent.

way, her heart aching to the point of stopping.

could

as

silence hung in the

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

and her mother were stunned into silence. The more Camille laughed, the more furious they

little wretch, she’s completely throwing

long–lost illegitimate daughter after all these years?”

wind. Glancing at her watch, her slender eyes filled

your father wants you to design a couple of dresses for her,” Mrs. Evert

next month, and the one after that. No

you would even

me? Even if the President himself asked,