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!

a mother, if

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

them felt like she

handsome, upright, and with

that was as far as

family was like the chime

Cinderella’s dream

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

seeing this remarkable illegitimate daughter, was filled with venomous

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

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

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

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

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

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

as if she had frozen over, a chill spreading to her very core. “Let’s discuss this in my office.”

to acknowledge your ties to the Evert family, but that is a part of your heritage you can’t erase.

Camille even

up and stepped closer to Camille. “Camille, always remember your place, as the Evert family’s

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

feelings, he quickly shifted his intense gaze away from her pale face, fearing

to your office? Why should we discuss things there? Are you ashamed of your status too?”

to see you once in a blue moon, and you throw up every obstacle to avoid

yet held her tongue due to their relationship with the

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

Arnold remained silent.

way, her heart aching

no one could accept her.

as bright as daylight and eyes as clear as

oppressive silence hung

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,

silence. The more Camille laughed, the more furious

throwing

long–lost illegitimate daughter

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

a couple of dresses for her,” Mrs. Evert said

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

frosty, “Camille, you would even defy

me? Even if the President himself asked, I’d refuse.”