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.”

words loud and clear, her eyebrows furrowing

at Dolores, her prétentious demeanor

Mr. Abernathy, and

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

listened silently to their self–serving speeches, her cool face betraying no

in amazement as Bevis and Dolores left

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

but it’s not exactly a secret.” Evadne responded, her

you’re quite

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

to clear my conscience. Let’s

walking towards the

early twenties, she carried herself with the strength of a blade that

smile, “Evadne,

acquaintances on the way, leaving Dolores to make her way to the

arrogance, handing over her invitation to the staff

Ashbourne, please

“Thank you.”

step

surprise, her pupils

strolling towards the banquet hall side

clenched her teeth, her

all of a sudden? There was no

who was that tall, handsome man who looked like an international supermodel

you here!” Dolores‘ expression shifted in an

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

The relationships within

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

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

better get used

more often. I expect we’ll be seeing each other

could you please show your invitation?” A staff

don’t have any invitation.”

“Pfft!”

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

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

Evadne.” Evadne said simply, her eyes

“Evadne” was like a shockwave, leaving the two staff

Evadne might have said “My father

to make an impact. She no longer needed to drop her father’s name. “Ah, Ms.

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

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

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

Please, come

were respectfully led into the banquet

left alone, her face red with anger,

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

Jareth were heading towards

asked, his face emotionless

I’m planning to take her for

mention of Marilla, “I’ve found a psychologist

Thaddeus

told me about it. 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 in your family. It’s

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 out all her hair and

something to Glynnis?” Thaddeus asked, his voice

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Just curious.”

just disfigured her a

uncontrollably, remembering the abject sight