His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 675

Chapter 675

Camille arrived at her design studio only to find Elva sitting rigidly, as if awaiting a verdict.

“Are you the wife of Mr. Chambers?” she inquired with a touch of surprise.

Elva, flustered, rose to her feet. “Ms. Camille,” she corrected, her voice a soft tremor.

Camille’s gaze swept over the woman before her. She had expected the grand dame of the Chambers family to be an epitome of sophistication and brashness. But the reality was quite different.

Elva was clad in a simple white power suit with her hair pulled back into a neat chignon. Despite the impeccable makeup, it couldn’t mask her pallor and the weariness in her eyes.

“Mrs. Chambers, please take a seat,” Camille offered, her voice even.

She had come with a grudge against the Chambers Group but seeing Elva, the anger just wouldn’t surface. Instead, she decided to wait and see what card Elva would play.

“Ms. Camille, I know it’s quite presumptuous of me to come unannounced, but I really need your help to design an evening gown,” Elva pleaded urgently. “Money is no object. Whatever others can offer, I can double, triple it. I just need you to make a dress for me. Please,”

“Mrs. Chambers, I’m just a designer, Camille chided gently, noting how Elva’s hands trembled around her teacup, her eyes glazed over. “But you should know, ever since my studio opened, we’ve operated strictly by appointment. No one can bypass this rule.”

soft thud Elva had collapsed

What are you doing?” Camille exclaimed, rushing to help

pulled Elva to her feet, Camille’s eyes caught sight of bruised and bloodied skin beneath the sleeve that had ridden up – a sight that struck her to

mother enduring humiliation and abuse at the hands of the

only a creation by you can truly stand out. No one else’s work is even worth considering,” Elva said, her body trembling, her voice choked with unshed tears. “If you refuse me, I’ll

don’t do this. Stand up and let’s talk,” Camille said, her voice hoarse as she tried to maintain composure. “I’ll help you,

as she clung to Camille’s hand. “Thank you, truly, thank you

Camille took Elva’s measurements and selected three gowns that matched her status and

these three? If they’re not to your liking,

fearing Camille might change her mind. “No trouble at all, this

clenched at the sight of Elva’s strained demeanor. “Ready–to–wear isn’t as perfect as bespoke. They might need adjustments. Why don’t you try it on and I’ll make the alterations

Elva stepped into

unsettling her. She grabbed a bottle of ice–cold water from the fridge, gulping it down to quench

sudden thud from the fitting room jolted

Are you alright? Mrs. Chambers?” Camille called out, her

no answer came, she feared the worst and broke into the room.

Chambers!” she cried out.

a back marred by

Camille covered Elva with her own jacket, gently lifting her up, and pinching her

wake

open,

her voice filled with urgency and concern, asked, “Mrs. Chambers, what happened to you? What are these

she turned away, unable

you being abused? Is Matthew hurting you?” Camille’s eyes

as she prepared to flee. “I’ll transfer the money for the dress, and my

been enduring all these years! Do you really want to spend the rest of your

composure shattered. “Right now, I can at least survive. But if I resist, there’s

fighting back is the real dead–end! Mrs. Chambers, there’s still time

door slammed shut before she

a mask of anger and indignation. A thought began to form in

sedan arrogantly pulled in, parking right in front of the villa, flouting all semblance of decorum

the way, the drive here was a total nightmare!” complained a woman stepping out of the car, dressed in a pink lace dress that screamed suburban chic.

Camille’s half–sister,

plump, middle–aged woman with a pinched face and eyes that seemed perpetually arched in disapproval. It was Eunice’s mother, Mrs. Evert. “This so–called ‘renowned designer‘ is just a title she’s given herself, laying the groundwork to snag a wealthy husband. As if anyone reputable would want her once they know about her illegitimate background. To marry her? It would be a stain on the family’s reputation, utterly

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