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.”

soft thud Elva had

Camille exclaimed, rushing to help

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

of the

stand out. No one else’s work is even worth considering,” Elva said, her body trembling, her voice choked with unshed tears. “If

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

filled Elva’s reddened eyes as she clung to Camille’s hand. “Thank you, truly,

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

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

close, as if fearing Camille might change her

clenched at the sight of Elva’s strained demeanor. “Ready–to–wear isn’t as perfect as bespoke. They might

into

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

thud from the fitting room

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

came, she feared the

Chambers!” she cried out.

marred by old bruises and

gently lifting her up, and pinching

wake up!”

eyes fluttered open, dazed

urgency and concern, asked, “Mrs. Chambers, what happened to you? What are these marks?”

down Elva’s face as she turned away, unable to face

Matthew hurting you?” Camille’s

Camille, 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

“Mrs. Chambers! Domestic abuse will never stop once it begins! 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

burst out, her composure shattered. “Right now, I can at

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

shut before she could finish her sentence.

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

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

half–sister, Eunice

here. That penny–pinching brat is probably saving 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. As if anyone reputable would want her once they know about her illegitimate background. To marry her? It would be a stain on the

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