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

Perhaps Eunice wouldn’t be

she was

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

was as far as it could go.

family was

her that Cinderella’s dream was over.

he could be with a better girl. At the very least,

daughter, was filled with

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

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

mire to get where she was today, and she did

the bleak look in Camille’s

a well–known designer now, haven’t you? Your tone sure is grand, and your temper has grown along

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

frozen over, a chill spreading to her very core. “Let’s discuss this

and refuse to acknowledge your ties to the Evert family, but that is a part of your heritage you can’t erase. No

so subtle. Does Camille even understand?

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

on his hand standing out as his heart twinged with pain.

gaze away from her pale face,

Why should we discuss things there? Are you ashamed of your status

once in a blue moon, and you throw up every obstacle to avoid us. If we don’t make a scene, are we to let your guard dogs bite

insulted, was fuming yet held her tongue

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

Arnold remained silent.

dare look his way, her heart aching

no one could accept her.

Arnold, with a heart as bright as daylight and eyes

silence hung in the air.

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

mother were stunned into silence. The more Camille

completely throwing caution to the wind!

summon your long–lost illegitimate daughter after all these

up until now, threw caution to the wind. Glancing at her watch, her slender eyes filled with icy disdain, “Make

engaged, your father wants you to design a couple of dresses

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

you would even defy

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