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!

didn’t have the dead weight of a

Eunice

took towards them felt like she was walking

with

as far as it

the Evert family was like the

Cinderella’s

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

Evert, seeing this remarkable illegitimate daughter,

it can wait until I’m done,” Camille said, her voice strained

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

she was today, and she

look in Camille’s eyes but remained

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

neglect. But here we treat everyone equally; there was never any intention to make it difficult for

a chill spreading to her very core. “Let’s

her arms and spoke coldly, “I know you’ve grown independent and refuse 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

being so subtle. Does Camille even understand? Maybe I should translate

stepped closer to Camille. “Camille, always

on his teacup tightened, the veins on his hand standing out as his heart twinged with

his intense gaze away from her pale face, fearing that his attention might make her

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

the issue. “We come to see you once in a blue moon, and you throw up every obstacle to avoid us. If we don’t make a scene, are we

held her tongue

Camille’s heart, laying bare her most painful aspects

Arnold remained silent.

look his way, her heart aching to the

no one could accept

with a heart as bright as daylight and eyes as clear

oppressive silence hung in the air.

drama at its finest. Eunice, aren’t you about to get engaged to Mr. Almond? When the time comes, I’ll be sure to give your future husband a thorough introduction to our Evert family’s

mother were stunned into silence. The more Camille laughed,

she’s completely throwing caution to

why summon your long–lost illegitimate daughter after all these years?”

at her watch, her slender eyes filled with icy disdain, “Make

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

month, next month, and the one after that.

“Camille, you would even

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