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.”

heard Dolores‘ words loud and clear, her eyebrows

looked at Dolores, her prétentious demeanor making his nausea

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

confidence. You’re no worse than Evadne. You just lack

silently to their self–serving speeches, her cool

amazement as Bevis and Dolores left the

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

earlier, but it’s not exactly a secret.”

quite the

your way to cure your ex–husband’s illness? Is this a case of old

to clear my conscience.

walking

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

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

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

walked up to the entrance with an air of arrogance, handing over her invitation to the

please

“Thank you.”

her long hair and was about to step in, she

turned around in surprise, her

towards

her teeth, her

this witch here all of a sudden? There

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

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

daughter in the

The relationships within these wealthy

about me being here? You’re here. Why can’t I be?” Evadne

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

well you better

in public more often. I expect

show your invitation?” A

any

“Pfft!”

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

miss, but without an

Evadne said

shockwave,

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

was enough to make an impact. She no longer needed to drop her father’s name. “Ah, Ms. Ashbourne! My

business with Mr. Abernathy. It

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

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

Please, come

Chasel were respectfully led into

was left alone, her face red with anger, stomping her foot in

matter how hard she tried,

were

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

planning to take her for

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

trauma?” Thaddeus stopped, asking in

endured some psychological trauma in the past. I suspect it has something to do with that awful

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 make

something to Glynnis?” Thaddeus asked,

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Just curious.”

much, just

uncontrollably, remembering the abject sight of Glynnis crying