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

her prétentious demeanor

of Mr. Abernathy, and

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

their self–serving speeches, her

as Bevis

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

should’ve mentioned it earlier, but it’s not exactly a secret.” Evadne responded, her

you’re quite the

going out of your way to cure your ex–husband’s illness? Is this a case of old flames dying hard, or does he

to clear my

walking

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

but crack a smile, “Evadne,

the way, leaving Dolores to make

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

please

“Thank you.”

and was about to step in, she heard the confident click of

around in surprise, her pupils contracting

towards the banquet

teeth, her

this witch here all of a sudden? There was no hint

who looked like an international

Dolores‘ expression shifted

the arrogant exchange between Bevis and his daughter in the

willing to return home. The relationships

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

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

better get used to

in public more often. I expect we’ll be seeing each other quite a bit.” Dolores forced an

could you please show your invitation?” A staff member

have any

“Pfft!”

sis, have you been out of

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

Evadne said simply, her

“Evadne” was like a shockwave, leaving the two

easier, Evadne might have said “My father is

her name alone was enough to make an impact. She no longer needed to drop her father’s

last–minute business with Mr. Abernathy. It was an oversight on my

go in. Could you please let him know I’m here?” “No need! Ms. Ashbourne, please come in!”

This is Mr. Bright, my friend. May we enter together?”

course! Please,

respectfully led

face red with anger, stomping her foot

where, no matter how hard she tried, as soon as Evadne showed up, all of her spotlight

Thaddeus and Jareth were heading towards

doing at your place?” Thaddeus asked, his face emotionless but his

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

for future at the mention of Marilla, “I’ve found

trauma?” Thaddeus stopped,

I suspect it has something to do with that awful Glynnis. -After all, Marilla was always bullied by that witch sister in your family. It’s no wonder she has

flashing in them, “But it doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve taken my revenge for Marilla. If Glynnis ever tries to hurt my woman again, I’ll pluck all her

you do something to Glynnis?”

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Just curious.”

much, just disfigured

uncontrollably, remembering the abject sight