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.”

sudden, soft thud Elva

Chambers! What are you doing?” Camille exclaimed,

pulled Elva to her feet, Camille’s eyes caught sight of bruised and bloodied skin beneath

and abuse at the hands of the man who called himself her father flashed

a dress from you because 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.

let’s talk,” Camille said, her voice hoarse as she tried to maintain composure. “I’ll help you, let’s take your measurements. Perhaps I have

as she clung to Camille’s hand.

them. Camille took Elva’s measurements and

do you think of these three? If they’re

as if fearing Camille might change her mind. “No trouble at

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

into the fitting room.

her mind, unsettling her. She grabbed a bottle of ice–cold water from the fridge,

from the fitting room

Mrs. Chambers?” Camille called out, her voice laced

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

Chambers!” she

marred by old

her own jacket, gently lifting her up, and pinching her head to revive her.

Chambers, wake

open, dazed and confused

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

down Elva’s face as she turned away, unable to face Camille’s piercing

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

please, don’t ask,” Elva said, struggling to dress herself as she prepared to flee. “I’ll transfer the money for the

You know better than anyone the humiliation and pain you’ve been enduring all these years! Do you really want to spend the rest of your

“Right now, I can

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

before she could finish her sentence.

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

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

little witch picked out? It’s so out of the way, the drive here was a total nightmare!” complained a woman stepping out of the car, dressed in a pink lace dress that

was Camille’s half–sister, Eunice Evert.

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

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