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

Dolores, her prétentious demeanor making his

of Mr. Abernathy, and he’ll eventually fall for

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

to their self–serving speeches, her cool

stared in amazement as Bevis and Dolores

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

mentioned it earlier, but it’s not

you’re quite the

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

to clear my conscience. Let’s

walking

her early twenties, she carried herself

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

of his acquaintances on the way,

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

Ashbourne, please

“Thank you.”

hair and was about to step in, she heard

in surprise, her pupils contracting

strolling towards the

teeth, her eyes

here all of a sudden? There was no hint of her coming

an international supermodel beside her? Was he

you here!” Dolores‘ expression shifted in

his daughter in the parking lot

willing to return home. The relationships within these

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

you’ve always been so low–key, sis. You never attend these kinds of public

you better get used

“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 smile. Inside,

show your invitation?”

don’t have any invitation.” Evadne

“Pfft!”

delighted at the opportunity to regain some dignity, “Oh sis, have you been out of the loop for so long that you forgot you need an invitation to get in? You’re causing trouble for these

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

said simply,

name “Evadne” was like a shockwave, leaving the

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

name alone was enough to make an impact. She no longer needed to

Mr. Abernathy. It was

“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.

Mr. Bright, my friend. May we enter together?” Evadne asked with

Please, come

were respectfully led

red with anger, stomping her foot

no matter how hard she tried,

were heading towards the banquet

Thaddeus asked, his face emotionless but his heart worried for

take her for a vacation

at the mention of Marilla, “I’ve found

trauma? What trauma?” Thaddeus stopped, asking in

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 no wonder she has psychological

Marilla. If Glynnis ever tries to hurt my woman again,

to Glynnis?” Thaddeus asked, his

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Just curious.”

much, just

sight of Glynnis crying