His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 373

The cocktail party was set once again at the Abernathy Hotel. Following a series of business meetings, the tycoons and elites of Elmsworth flocked here to continue their social engagements.

Evadne, behind the wheel of her sleek black Bugatti, zoomed through the city with Chasel, her passenger, clutching the door in a death grip, staring fixedly ahead, not daring to utter a single word.

He feared if he did, he’d probably hurl out his dinner from last night!

Upon reaching the hotel finally, Evadne executed a swift, smooth drift that brought the car to a stop in the parking space.

“Out,” Evadne, unfastening her seatbelt.

Chasel remained motionless, pale as a ghost.

Evadne blinked her almond–shaped eyes, waving a hand in front of him, “Hey, what’s happening? You’re not moving.”

“I feel sick.” Chasel’s face turning a sickly shade of white.

Evadne yelped, promptly kicking him out, “If you’re going to puke, do it outside! Not in my car!”

The moment the car door opened, Chasel did exactly that.

For a man of his high birth and noble upbringing, it was the first time he’d ever thrown up in such an undignified manner.

Fortunately, Cassius wasn’t around, or else he would’ve wished he were dead.

”

After emptying his stomach, Chasel weakly clung onto the car door, panting heavily as he glared at Evadne, “Are all of you Ashbournes mad? Driving cars like they’re airplanes!”

“You’re a grown man and you get carsick?”

Evadne crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head in disbelief, “My driving skills are on par with a race car driver, smooth as can be. If you can’t handle it, it’s clearly your problem.”

With that, she handed him a bottle of water, showing a bit of consideration.

Chasel rinsed his mouth, slowly regaining his composure.

“Hey, don’t forget what you promised me.”

“I remember.”

Evadne looked at him with a faint smile, “You cure Thaddeus, and I’ll introduce you to Dr. Eve. I keep my word.”

If only Chasel knew, the beautiful woman who had been ragging on him was his idol, Dr. Eve, he might have a few choice words to say about that, and possibly feel a bit short–changed.

Just then, a sleek black Bentley glided past them.

Evadne recognized the license plate; it was vaguely familiar.

The Bentley came to a stop not too far off, the driver stepping out to open the door.

Out of the car stepped two people Evadne knew all too well–Het Uncle Bevis Ashbourne and her scheming cousin, Dolores Ashbourne.

“Dad, how do I look tonight?” Dolores asked Bevis eagerly.

She was wearing a one–shoulder pink evening gown, holding a silver clutch adorned with diamonds. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her look like a wealthy heiress.

But Evadne could tell, the dress Dolores was wearing was a knockoff.

Because that brand would never lend an original dress to someone like Dolores, who had neither the social standing nor the commercial value. That would be like damaging their own reputation.

“Looking fabulous! You’re as beautiful as a flower! You’ll definitely be the center of attention tonight!” Bevis showered his daughter with praise.

Dolores, who hadn’t even entered the event, was already glowing with excitement.

“Being the center of attention isn’t important. What’s important is if Mr. Abernathy likes.”

heard Dolores‘ words loud and

at Dolores, her prétentious demeanor making his

Mr. Abernathy, and he’ll eventually fall

to throw a jab at Evadne, snorting, “My daughter, in any circumstance, is better than that slattern, Evadne. You need to have confidence. You’re no worse than Evadne. You just lack a bit of chance with Mr. Abernathy. But that’s not important. It can be created. Evadne and Mr. Abernathy really lack luck. Otherwise, why would they end up

self–serving speeches, her cool face betraying no

in amazement as Bevis and Dolores left

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

not exactly a secret.”

you’re quite the exemplary

couldn’t help but tease her, “Most people who divorce can’t wait to strangle each other, but you’re going out of your way to cure your ex–husband’s illness? Is this a case of old flames dying hard, or does

to clear my conscience.

walking towards the

watched her retreating figure, strong yet icy. For a woman in her early twenties, she carried herself with the strength of a blade that could cut through a storm, her

smile, “Evadne, you’re becoming more and more

up a conversation with some of his acquaintances on the way, leaving Dolores to make her way to the

the entrance with an air of arrogance, handing over her invitation to

please come

“Thank you.”

Dolores stroke her long hair and was about to step in, she heard the confident

turned around in surprise, her pupils contracting

were strolling towards the banquet

clenched her teeth, her eyes

witch here all of a sudden? There was no hint

who was that tall, handsome man who looked like an international supermodel beside her? Was he

expect to see you here!” Dolores‘ expression shifted

witnessed the arrogant exchange between Bevis and his daughter in the parking lot earlier, he might have believed they

was why he wasn’t willing to return home. The relationships within these

about me being here? You’re here. Why can’t I be?” Evadne didn’t look at her, her red

so low–key, sis. You never attend

well you better

be appearing in public more often. I expect we’ll be seeing each other quite a bit.” Dolores forced an awkward smile. Inside, she was seething

invitation?” A

any invitation.” Evadne

“Pfft!”

and laugh, delighted at the opportunity to regain some dignity, “Oh sis, have you been out of the loop for so long that you forgot you need an invitation to get in? You’re causing trouble for these

“I’m sorry miss, but without an invitation,

said simply, her eyes

“Evadne” was like a shockwave, leaving

things easier, Evadne might have said “My

alone was enough to

business with Mr. Abernathy. It was an oversight

can’t go in. Could you please let him know I’m here?” “No need! Ms. Ashbourne, please come in!” The staff members were eager to please, their attitude completely different from how they treated

is Mr. Bright, my friend. May we enter

Please,

were respectfully led into the banquet

left alone, her face red with anger, stomping

this way. No matter when, no matter where, no matter how hard she tried, as soon as Evadne showed up, all of her spotlight was

Thaddeus and Jareth were

his face emotionless but his heart

well. I’m planning to take her for a vacation after I finish up some

warmth and anticipation for future at the mention of Marilla,

trauma? What trauma?” Thaddeus

She thinks Marilla must have endured some psychological trauma in the past. I suspect it has something to do with that awful Glynnis. -After all, Marilla was always bullied by that witch sister

If Glynnis ever tries to hurt my woman

something to Glynnis?” Thaddeus

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Just curious.”

didn’t do much, just

sight of Glynnis crying out