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

prétentious demeanor

Mr. Abernathy,

throw a jab at 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 can be created. Evadne and Mr. Abernathy really lack luck. Otherwise, why would they end

speeches, her cool face

amazement as Bevis and Dolores left

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

not exactly

quite the exemplary

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.

expressionless, started walking

icy. For a woman in her early twenties, she carried herself with the strength of

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

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

an air of arrogance, handing over her invitation to

Ashbourne, please

“Thank you.”

was about to step in, she heard the

turned around in surprise, her

towards the banquet hall

teeth, her eyes

a sudden?

that tall, handsome man who looked like an international supermodel beside her? Was he her toy

I didn’t expect to see you here!” Dolores‘ expression shifted in an instant, as she greeted Evadne

snorted dismissively. Had he not witnessed the arrogant exchange between Bevis and his daughter in the parking lot earlier, he might have

willing to return home. The relationships within these wealthy families

be?” Evadne didn’t look at her, her red lips curling into a smirk, her aura

so low–key, sis. You never

well you better get

intriguing, “From now on, I’ll be appearing in public more often. I expect we’ll be seeing each other quite a

could you please show your invitation?” A staff member

any invitation.”

“Pfft!”

couldn’t help but cover her mouth 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

member looked discomforted, “I’m sorry miss, but without an

said simply, her

was like a shockwave, leaving

past, to make things easier, Evadne might

now, since she had caused quite a stir in Elmsworth, her name alone was enough to make an impact.

last–minute business with Mr. Abernathy. It

can’t go in. Could you please let him know I’m

May we enter together?” Evadne

Please,

Chasel were respectfully led into the banquet

red with anger, stomping

no matter where, no matter how hard she

were heading towards the

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

her for a vacation after I finish up some

eyes dripped with warmth and anticipation for future at the mention of Marilla, “I’ve found

Thaddeus

She thinks Marilla must have endured some psychological trauma in the past. I suspect it has something to

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

you do something to Glynnis?”

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Just curious.”

didn’t do much, just

abject sight of Glynnis crying out