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 to her

Camille exclaimed, rushing to help her

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

hands of the man who called himself

must 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

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

eyes as she clung to Camille’s hand.

them. Camille took Elva’s measurements and selected three gowns that matched her

they’re

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

isn’t as perfect as bespoke. They might need adjustments. Why don’t you try it

stepped into the fitting room.

grabbed a bottle of ice–cold water from the fridge, gulping it down to quench the

sudden thud from the fitting room jolted

Chambers?” Camille called out, her voice laced with

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

Chambers!” she cried out.

marred by

gently lifting her up, and pinching her head to

Chambers, wake up!”

open, dazed

urgency and concern, asked, “Mrs.

Elva’s face as she turned away, unable

you?” Camille’s eyes

to dress herself as she prepared to flee. “I’ll transfer the money for the dress, and my assistant will pick it

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

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

with emotion. “Not fighting back is the real dead–end! Mrs.

slammed shut before she could finish

a mask of anger and indignation. A thought began to

barely rolled out of the studio’s front yard when another luxury sedan arrogantly pulled in,

here was a total nightmare!” complained a woman stepping out of the car, dressed in a pink lace dress that screamed

Camille’s half–sister, Eunice

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.

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