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 only her mother wasn’t

Perhaps Eunice wouldn’t

felt like she was walking with lead

upright, and with features so striking that they could make her heart

that was as far as it

appearance of the Evert family was like

her that Cinderella’s dream

liked him, she hoped he could be with a better girl. At the very least, someone with a background, a family, a past not as disgraceful and messy as hers.

this remarkable illegitimate daughter, was filled with venomous

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

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

to get where she was today, and

the bleak look in Camille’s eyes but remained

“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.

some neglect. But here we treat everyone equally; there

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

that is a part of your heritage

even understand? Maybe I should

of rivalry flare up and stepped closer to Camille. “Camille, always remember your place,

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

away from her pale face, fearing that his attention

your office? Why should we discuss things there? Are you

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

yet held her tongue due to their relationship with the boss.

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

Arnold remained silent.

heart aching to the point of

no one could accept her.

even Arnold, with a heart as bright as

oppressive silence hung in the air.

and forced 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, aren’t you about to get engaged

and her mother were stunned into silence. The more Camille

completely throwing caution to

illegitimate

up until now, threw caution to the wind. Glancing at her watch, her slender eyes filled

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

solid this month, next month, and the one after that.

frosty, “Camille, you would even defy your father’s

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