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.”

and

looked at Dolores, her prétentious demeanor

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

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

to their self–serving speeches, her cool face

stared in amazement as Bevis and Dolores left the

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

it’s not exactly a

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 he have some sort of leverage

want to clear my

expressionless, started walking towards

she carried herself with the strength

couldn’t help but crack a smile, “Evadne, you’re becoming more

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

of arrogance, handing

Ashbourne, please come

“Thank you.”

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

her pupils

Chasel were strolling towards the

her teeth, her

was this witch here all of a sudden? There

like an international supermodel beside her? Was he her toy boy,

you here!” Dolores‘ expression shifted in an instant, as she greeted Evadne

he not witnessed the arrogant exchange between Bevis and his daughter in the parking lot earlier, he might have believed they

wasn’t willing to return home. The relationships within

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

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

better get used to

on, I’ll be appearing in public more often. I expect we’ll be seeing each other

your invitation?” A

any invitation.”

“Pfft!”

mouth and laugh, delighted at the opportunity to regain some dignity, “Oh sis, have you been out of the loop for

sorry miss, but without an invitation, you

said simply,

like a shockwave, leaving

easier, Evadne might have said “My father is

enough to make an impact. She no longer needed

I had some last–minute business with Mr. Abernathy. It was an oversight on

a smile, “Since I don’t have an invitation, I understand that I 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

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

Please,

were respectfully led into the

her face red with anger, stomping

when, no matter where, no matter how hard she tried, as soon as Evadne showed

Thaddeus and Jareth were heading towards

Thaddeus asked, his face emotionless but

to take her for a

Marilla, “I’ve found a psychologist who can help Marilla overcome her autism and psychological

trauma? What trauma?” Thaddeus stopped, asking

in the past. I suspect it has something to do with that awful Glynnis. -After all, Marilla was

narrowed, a cold light 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 teeth, pull

to Glynnis?” Thaddeus asked,

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Just curious.”

much, just disfigured

abject sight of Glynnis crying out in