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.”

a sudden, soft thud Elva

you doing?” Camille

sight of bruised and bloodied skin beneath the sleeve that had ridden up

enduring humiliation and abuse at the hands of

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 here!”

Stand up and let’s talk,” Camille said, her voice hoarse as she tried to maintain

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

Camille took Elva’s measurements

these three? If they’re not

forest green gown close, as if fearing Camille might change her mind. “No trouble at all, this one will do. It’s perfect.”

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

stepped into the

bottle of ice–cold water from the fridge, gulping it down to quench the inner turmoil.

thud from the

Camille called out, her voice laced with panic.

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

she cried

marred by

jacket, gently lifting

Chambers, wake

fluttered open, dazed and confused

her voice filled with urgency and concern, asked, “Mrs.

turned away, unable

you?” Camille’s eyes blazed

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

enduring all these years! Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with a

do I have?” Elva burst out, her composure shattered. “Right now, I can at least survive.

the real dead–end! Mrs. Chambers,

door slammed shut before she could

mask of anger and indignation. A thought began to

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

what kind 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 chic. Her eyes were full of

half–sister, Eunice

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

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