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

you doing?” Camille

beneath the sleeve that had ridden

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

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

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

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

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

much consideration, Elva clutched a forest green gown close, as if fearing Camille might

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

stepped into the fitting room.

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

thud from the fitting room jolted

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

came, she feared the worst and

Chambers!” she

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

lifting her up, and

Chambers, wake up!”

open,

and concern, asked, “Mrs. Chambers,

as she turned away, unable to face Camille’s

being abused? Is Matthew hurting you?” Camille’s

said, struggling to dress herself as she prepared to flee.

humiliation and pain you’ve been enduring all these years! Do you really want to spend the

now, I can

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

shut before she could finish

expression a mask of anger and indignation. A thought began to form in her mind

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

little witch picked out? It’s so out of the way, the drive here was a total nightmare!” complained a woman

Camille’s half–sister, Eunice Evert.

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 if anyone reputable would want her once they know about her illegitimate

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