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,

Eunice wouldn’t be the one marrying into the prestigious Gellar

felt like she was walking with lead in

when she saw Arnold sitting there, handsome, upright, and with features so striking that

as far as it

of the Evert family was like the

that Cinderella’s dream

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

seeing this remarkable illegitimate daughter,

need, it can

Arnold’s presence, she couldn’t afford a full–blown confrontation. If their family scandal got out, how could she face

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

the bleak look in

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.”

didn’t recognize 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

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 what you have today”

Does Camille even

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

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

pale face, fearing

Why should we discuss things there? Are you ashamed

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

yet held her tongue due

most painful aspects in

Arnold remained silent.

her heart aching to the point of stopping.

one could accept her.

Arnold, with a heart as bright as daylight and eyes

silence hung in

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 comes, I’ll be sure to give your future husband a thorough introduction to our

The

throwing

your long–lost illegitimate

had been somewhat reserved up 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 said through clenched

solid this month, next month, and the one

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

“What’s he to me? Even if the President