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 murderer.

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

them felt like she was

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

far as

family was

that Cinderella’s dream was

be with a better girl. At the very least, someone with a background, a family, a past

this remarkable illegitimate daughter, was filled with venomous spite.

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

for Arnold’s presence, she couldn’t afford a full–blown confrontation. If their family scandal got out, how could she face him, or her mentor, with her head

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

noticed the bleak look in Camille’s

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

my assistant didn’t recognize you, and there may have been some neglect. But here we treat everyone

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

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 what you have today”

Camille even understand? Maybe

wicked sense of rivalry flare up and stepped closer to Camille. “Camille, always

the veins on his hand standing out

from her pale face, fearing that his

we discuss things

throw up every obstacle to avoid us. If we don’t make a scene, are we to let your guard

tongue

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

Arnold remained silent.

look his way, her heart aching to the point

one could

as daylight

silence hung in

a melodramatic family drama at its finest. Eunice, aren’t you about to get engaged to Mr. Almond?

into silence. The more Camille laughed, the

throwing caution to

your long–lost illegitimate daughter after all these

the wind. Glancing at her watch, her slender eyes filled with icy disdain, “Make it quick, my

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

next month, and

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

met her gaze fearlessly, “What’s he to me? Even if the President himself