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 mother wasn’t

father’s attitude be so cold? Perhaps Eunice wouldn’t be the one marrying into the prestigious Gellar family.

Camille took towards them felt like she was walking with

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

that was as far as it could

was like the

Cinderella’s dream was over.

At the very least, someone with a background,

daughter, was filled with venomous

working. If there’s something you need, it can wait until I’m done,” Camille said, her voice

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

today, and she did not want to be brought low or looked

the bleak look in Camille’s eyes but remained impassive,

up her fury, 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 with it. Gone are the days when you and your mother would leech off the Evert family, acting all meek and eager to please us.”

here we treat everyone equally; there was never any

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

Evert family, but that is a part of your heritage you can’t

so subtle. Does Camille even

up and stepped closer to

the veins on his hand standing

his intense gaze away from her pale face, fearing

Why should we discuss things there?

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

was fuming yet held her tongue due to their relationship with

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

Arnold remained silent.

look his way, her heart aching

one could

bright as

silence hung in the air.

and 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

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

little wretch, she’s completely throwing

long–lost illegitimate daughter after all these

at her watch, her slender eyes filled with icy disdain, “Make it

you to design a couple of dresses for her,” Mrs. Evert said through clenched teeth, trying to maintain

this month, next month, and

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

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