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 had collapsed to

you doing?” Camille exclaimed, rushing to

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

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

get 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. “If you refuse me, I’ll stay on my knees right

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

as she clung to Camille’s

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

do you think of these three? If they’re not to your

consideration, Elva clutched a forest green gown close, as if fearing Camille might change her mind.

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

into

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

the fitting

Camille called out, her voice

came, she feared the worst and

she

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

her own jacket, gently lifting her up, and pinching her head

Chambers, wake

eyes fluttered open, dazed and confused

“Mrs.

face as she turned away, unable

Matthew hurting you?” Camille’s eyes

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

begins! 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 life with a man

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

dead–end! Mrs. Chambers, there’s still time to turn things around, if only

shut before she could finish

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

of the studio’s front yard when another luxury sedan arrogantly pulled in, parking right in front of the villa, flouting all semblance of

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,

brat is 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

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