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!

dead weight of a mother, if only her mother wasn’t a convicted murderer.

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

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

handsome, upright, and with features so striking

that was as far as it

was like the chime of

Cinderella’s dream was

At the very least, someone with a

seeing this remarkable illegitimate daughter,

can wait until I’m done,” Camille

afford a full–blown confrontation. If their family scandal got

and she

in

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

may have been some neglect. But here we treat everyone

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

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 remember, it’s the Evert family’s nurturing that has allowed you to achieve

subtle. Does Camille even understand? Maybe I

felt a wicked sense of rivalry flare up and stepped closer to Camille. “Camille, always remember your

teacup tightened, the veins on his hand standing out as

intense gaze away from her pale face, fearing that his attention might make her feel even more inferior,

discuss things there? Are you ashamed

see you once in a blue moon, and you throw up every obstacle to avoid us. If we don’t make a scene, are we to let your guard dogs bite us

was fuming yet held her tongue due

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

Arnold remained silent.

look his way, her heart aching to the

could accept

even Arnold, with a heart as bright as daylight and eyes as clear as water.

silence hung in

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 the time

into silence. The more Camille laughed, the more furious

completely throwing caution to the wind!

illegitimate daughter after all these

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

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

this month, next month, and

you would even

me? Even if the President himself asked,