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.”

loud and

her prétentious demeanor making his nausea

just be yourself, be considerate of Mr. Abernathy,

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

self–serving speeches, her cool face betraying

as Bevis and Dolores left

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

not exactly a secret.” Evadne responded, her expression

quite the exemplary

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

to clear my conscience. Let’s

walking towards the

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

but crack a smile, “Evadne, you’re becoming more and

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

arrogance, handing over her invitation to the staff

please

“Thank you.”

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

in surprise, her pupils

were strolling towards the banquet hall

clenched her teeth, her eyes

a sudden? There

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

to see you here!” Dolores‘ expression shifted in an instant, as she

arrogant exchange between Bevis and his daughter in the parking lot earlier,

to return home. The relationships within these wealthy families

can’t I be?” Evadne didn’t look at her,

sis. You never attend these kinds

better get

narrowed slightly, her gaze towards Dolores intriguing, “From now on, I’ll be appearing in public more often. I expect we’ll be seeing each other quite a bit.” Dolores forced an awkward

could you please show your invitation?” A staff member politely asked

have any invitation.” Evadne admitted

“Pfft!”

the opportunity to regain some dignity, “Oh sis, have you been out of the loop for so long that

discomforted, “I’m sorry miss, but without

Evadne said simply,

a shockwave,

past, to make things easier, Evadne might have said “My father

in Elmsworth, her name alone was enough to make an

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

a smile, “Since I don’t have an invitation, I understand that I can’t go in. Could you please let him know

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

Please, come

Chasel were respectfully led into the banquet

alone, her face red with anger, stomping

where, no matter how hard she

were

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

well. I’m planning to take her for a

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

What trauma?” Thaddeus stopped, asking

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 no wonder she has psychological

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

something to Glynnis?”

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Just curious.”

didn’t do much, just disfigured her

remembering the abject sight of Glynnis crying out