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.”

Dolores‘ words loud and clear, her eyebrows furrowing

Dolores, her prétentious demeanor making his

yourself, be considerate of Mr. Abernathy, and he’ll eventually fall for

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

to their self–serving speeches, her cool

as Bevis and Dolores left the parking

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

mentioned it earlier, but it’s not

you’re quite

way to cure your ex–husband’s illness? Is this a case of old flames dying

just want to clear my conscience. Let’s

walking towards

watched her retreating figure, strong yet icy. For a woman in her early twenties, she carried herself with the

a smile, “Evadne, you’re

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

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

please

“Thank you.”

to step

in surprise, her pupils

towards the banquet hall

clenched her teeth, her

was this witch here all of a sudden?

international supermodel beside her? Was he her

expression shifted in an instant, as

daughter in the parking lot earlier, he might have believed they had a good

home. The relationships within

here? You’re here. Why can’t I be?” Evadne didn’t look at her, her red lips curling into a smirk, her

always been so low–key, sis. You never attend these

you better get used to

I expect we’ll be seeing each other quite a bit.” Dolores forced an awkward smile. Inside, she was

you please show your invitation?”

any invitation.”

“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 poor staff

staff member looked discomforted, “I’m sorry miss, but without an invitation, you can’t

Evadne said simply, her

a shockwave, leaving the

past, to make things easier, Evadne might have

alone was enough to make an impact. She no longer

last–minute business with Mr. Abernathy.

let him know I’m here?” “No need! Ms. Ashbourne, please come in!” The staff members were

you. This is Mr. Bright, my friend. May we enter

course! Please,

Chasel were respectfully led into the banquet

alone, her face red with anger, stomping her foot in

No matter when, no matter where, no matter how hard she tried, as soon as

Thaddeus and Jareth were heading towards

your place?” Thaddeus asked, his face emotionless but his heart worried for

I’m planning to take her for a vacation after I

eyes dripped with warmth and anticipation for future at the mention of Marilla, “I’ve found a psychologist who can help Marilla overcome her

trauma? What trauma?” Thaddeus stopped, asking in

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

it doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve taken my revenge for Marilla. If Glynnis ever tries to hurt my

you do something to Glynnis?” Thaddeus

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Just curious.”

do much, just disfigured her

uncontrollably, remembering the abject sight