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.”

was interrupted by a sudden, soft thud Elva

What are you doing?” Camille exclaimed, rushing to

skin beneath the sleeve

the hands of the man who called himself her father

worth considering,” Elva said, her

this. Stand up and let’s talk,” Camille said, her voice hoarse as she tried to maintain composure. “I’ll help you,

Camille’s hand. “Thank

dismissed, it was just the two of them. Camille took Elva’s measurements and selected three

If they’re not to your liking, I can find others,”

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

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

into the

She grabbed a bottle of ice–cold water from the fridge, gulping it down

sudden thud from the fitting room

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

answer came, she feared the worst and broke into the room.

she

had fainted, half–dressed, revealing a back marred by old bruises and fresh

jacket, gently lifting her up,

Chambers, wake

open,

filled with urgency and concern, asked, “Mrs. Chambers, what happened to

as she turned away, unable to

you?” Camille’s eyes blazed with barely contained

Camille, that’s my personal business, please, don’t ask,” Elva said, struggling to dress herself as she prepared to flee. “I’ll transfer the money for the dress, and my assistant will pick it

and pain you’ve been enduring all these years! Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with

I can at least survive. But if

“Not fighting back is the real dead–end! Mrs. Chambers, there’s

shut before she could

of anger and indignation. A thought began to form in her mind amidst the

rolled out of the studio’s front yard when another luxury sedan arrogantly pulled in,

of dump has this 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 screamed suburban

half–sister,

probably saving up for her own wedding gift or something,” followed a 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

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