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 had collapsed to

you doing?” Camille exclaimed, rushing to help her up.

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

of the man who called himself her father flashed

work is even worth considering,” Elva said, her body trembling, her voice choked with

voice hoarse as she tried to maintain composure. “I’ll help you, let’s take

Camille’s hand. “Thank you, truly, thank

just the two of them. Camille took

If they’re not to

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

isn’t as perfect as bespoke. They might need adjustments. Why don’t you try it on and I’ll make the alterations right now?”

Elva stepped into the fitting room.

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

the fitting room

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

feared the

she

marred by old bruises and fresh

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

Chambers, wake up!”

eyes fluttered open, dazed and

and concern, asked, “Mrs. Chambers, what happened to you? What

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

you?” Camille’s eyes

struggling to dress herself as she prepared to flee. “I’ll transfer the money

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 worse than a beast? How much longer can you endure? Do you want to end up dead?”

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

dead–end! Mrs. Chambers, there’s still time

before she could finish her

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

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

kind of dump has this little witch picked out? It’s so out of the way, the drive here was a total

half–sister,

a pinched face and eyes that seemed perpetually arched in disapproval. It was Eunice’s mother, Mrs. Evert. “This so–called ‘renowned designer‘

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