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,

Dolores, her prétentious demeanor

Mr. Abernathy, and

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

self–serving speeches, her

amazement as Bevis and Dolores left the

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

not exactly

quite the exemplary

strangle each other, but you’re going out of your way to

want to clear

started walking towards the

herself with the strength of a blade

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

of his acquaintances on the way, leaving

entrance with an air of arrogance, handing over her

Ashbourne, please

“Thank you.”

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

surprise, her

strolling towards the banquet

teeth, her eyes

was this witch here all of a sudden? There was

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

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

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

wasn’t willing to return home. The relationships within these wealthy families were too complicated,

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

so low–key, sis. You never attend these

well you better get

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 smile. Inside,

you please show your invitation?” A staff member

don’t have any invitation.” Evadne

“Pfft!”

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

“I’m sorry miss, but without an

Evadne said simply, her eyes

a shockwave, leaving

to make things easier, Evadne might have

she had caused quite a stir in Elmsworth, her name alone was enough to make an impact. She no longer needed to drop her

business with Mr.

an invitation, I understand that I can’t go in. Could you please let him know I’m here?” “No need! Ms. Ashbourne, please come in!” The

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

Please, come

Chasel were respectfully led into the banquet

her face red with anger, stomping her

this way. No matter when, no matter where, no matter how hard she tried, as soon as Evadne

were

Thaddeus asked, his face emotionless but his heart

for a vacation after I finish

Marilla, “I’ve found a psychologist who can

trauma?” Thaddeus stopped, asking in

sure. Lily 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

“But it doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve taken my revenge for Marilla. If Glynnis

you do something to Glynnis?” Thaddeus asked,

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Just curious.”

do much, just disfigured her a

the abject sight of Glynnis crying out in the