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!

only she didn’t have the dead weight of a mother, if only

how could her father’s attitude be so cold? Perhaps Eunice wouldn’t be

like she was

sitting there, handsome, upright, and with features so striking that they could make her heart flutter time and

as far

was

reminding her that Cinderella’s dream was

the very least, someone with a background, a family,

seeing this remarkable illegitimate daughter, was filled with venomous spite.

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

a full–blown confrontation. If their family scandal got out, how could she face him, or her mentor, with her

had struggled through the mire to get where she was today, and she did not

look in Camille’s

“Camille, you’ve become a well–known designer now, haven’t you? Your tone sure is grand, and your temper

been some neglect. But here we treat everyone equally; there was never any intention

felt as if she had frozen over, a chill spreading to her

part of your heritage you can’t erase. No matter how high you

being so subtle. Does Camille even

and stepped closer to Camille. “Camille,

the veins on his hand standing out as his

in that moment, considering Camille’s feelings, he quickly shifted his intense gaze away from her pale face, fearing that his attention

Why should we discuss things there?

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

yet held her tongue due

in Camille’s heart, laying bare her most

Arnold remained silent.

look his way, her heart

no one could accept

even Arnold, with a heart as bright as daylight and eyes as

silence hung in

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

The more Camille laughed, the more furious they became.

little wretch, she’s completely throwing caution to

summon your long–lost illegitimate daughter after

reserved up until now, threw caution to the wind. Glancing at her watch, her slender eyes filled with icy disdain, “Make

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

next month, and the one after that.

Evert’s gaze turned frosty, “Camille, you would even defy

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