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,

how could her father’s attitude be so cold? Perhaps Eunice wouldn’t be the one marrying into the prestigious

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

she saw Arnold sitting there, handsome, upright, and with features so striking that they could make her heart flutter time and time again.

that was as far

was like the chime

that Cinderella’s dream

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

this remarkable illegitimate daughter, was filled

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

she couldn’t afford a full–blown confrontation. If their family scandal got

was today, and she did not want to be brought low or looked down upon.

the bleak look in Camille’s eyes

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

But here we treat everyone equally; there was never any intention

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

part of your heritage you can’t erase. No matter how high you fly, you must always remember, it’s the

even understand? Maybe I should translate

wicked sense of rivalry flare up and stepped closer to Camille. “Camille, always remember your place, as the Evert family’s

the veins on his

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

we discuss things

issue. “We come to see you once in a blue moon, and you throw up every obstacle

held her tongue

most painful aspects in front of the man she cared for the most.

Arnold remained silent.

way, her heart

could accept

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

hung in the air.

opera cast, a melodramatic family drama at its finest. Eunice,

silence. The more Camille laughed, the more furious

throwing caution to

summon your long–lost illegitimate daughter after all these

to the wind. Glancing at her watch, her slender eyes filled with icy disdain, “Make it quick, my time is worth a fortune.”

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

I’m booked solid this month, next month, and the

turned frosty, “Camille, you

gaze fearlessly, “What’s he to me? Even if the President himself asked, I’d refuse.”