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

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

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

the hands of the man who

even worth considering,” Elva said, her body trembling, her voice choked with unshed tears. “If you refuse me,

she tried to maintain composure. “I’ll help you, let’s take your measurements. Perhaps I have

to Camille’s hand. “Thank you, truly,

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

these three? If they’re not to your

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

of Elva’s strained demeanor. “Ready–to–wear isn’t as perfect as bespoke. They might need adjustments. Why don’t

into

Camille waited, the past horrors swirled in her mind, unsettling her. She grabbed a bottle of ice–cold water from the fridge, gulping it

from the fitting room jolted her.

Are you alright? Mrs. Chambers?” Camille

she feared the worst and broke into the room.

she cried

revealing a back marred by

jacket, gently lifting her up, and pinching her

wake

open, dazed

concern, asked, “Mrs. Chambers,

down Elva’s face as she turned away,

Matthew hurting you?” Camille’s eyes blazed with barely contained fury.

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 up. Thank

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

out, her composure shattered. “Right now, I can at least survive. But if I

emotion. “Not fighting back is the real dead–end! Mrs. Chambers, there’s still time to turn things around,

slammed shut before she

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

car had barely 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 marked

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

half–sister,

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 know about her illegitimate background. To

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