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.”

sudden, soft thud Elva had collapsed

are you doing?” Camille

of bruised and bloodied skin beneath the sleeve

mother enduring humiliation and abuse at the hands of the man who called himself her father flashed before Camille’s eyes.

dress from you because only a creation by you can truly stand out. No one else’s work is even worth considering,”

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

as she clung to Camille’s hand. “Thank

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

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

close, as if fearing Camille might change her mind. “No

“Ready–to–wear isn’t as perfect as bespoke. They might need adjustments. Why don’t

Elva stepped into the fitting

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

the

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

answer came, she feared the worst

Chambers!” she cried out.

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

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

wake

eyes fluttered open, dazed and

concern, asked, “Mrs. Chambers, what

she turned away, unable

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

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 begins! You know better than anyone the humiliation and pain you’ve been enduring all these years! Do you really

can at least survive. But if I resist, there’s

spat, her voice hoarse with emotion. “Not fighting back is the real dead–end! Mrs. Chambers, there’s still time to turn

slammed shut before she could

thought began to form

luxury sedan arrogantly pulled in,

way, the drive here was a total nightmare!” complained a woman stepping out of the car, dressed

was Camille’s half–sister,

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

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