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 her mother wasn’t a convicted

so cold? Perhaps Eunice wouldn’t

Camille took towards them felt like she was

had just come downstairs when she saw Arnold sitting there, handsome, upright, and with features so

was as far

family was like the

reminding her that Cinderella’s

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

this remarkable illegitimate daughter,

need, it can wait

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

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

the bleak look in

finally 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 has grown along with it. Gone are the days when you and your mother would leech

recognize you, and there may have been some neglect. But here we treat everyone equally; there was never

felt as if she had frozen over, a chill spreading

your heritage you can’t erase. No matter how

so subtle. Does Camille even understand? Maybe I should

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

his hand standing out as his heart

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

discuss things there? Are you ashamed of your

a blue moon, and you throw up every obstacle to

tongue due to their relationship with the boss.

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

Arnold remained silent.

dare look his way, her heart aching to the point of

one could accept her.

as bright as daylight and eyes as

silence hung in

a melodramatic family drama at its finest. Eunice, aren’t you about

were stunned into silence. The more Camille laughed, the more furious

wretch, she’s completely throwing

why summon your long–lost illegitimate

been somewhat reserved up until now, threw caution to the wind. Glancing at her watch, her slender eyes filled with icy disdain, “Make it quick, my time is worth a fortune.”

dresses for her,” Mrs. Evert said through

month, next month, and the one after that.

turned frosty, “Camille, you would even defy your

gaze fearlessly, “What’s he to me?