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.”

and clear, her eyebrows furrowing

looked at Dolores, her prétentious demeanor making

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

to 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

silently to their self–serving speeches, her cool face betraying

as Bevis and Dolores left the parking

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

it’s not exactly a secret.” Evadne responded, her expression

quite

couldn’t help but tease her, “Most people who 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 a case of old flames dying hard, or does

clear my conscience. Let’s

started walking towards the

For a woman in her early twenties, she carried herself with the strength of a blade that

smile, “Evadne, you’re

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

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

please come

“Thank you.”

was about to step in, she heard

her

towards the banquet hall

teeth, her

was this witch here all of a sudden? There was no hint of her

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

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

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

why he wasn’t willing to return home. The relationships within these wealthy families were

here. Why can’t I be?” Evadne didn’t look at

low–key, sis. You

better get used

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

invitation?” A staff

any invitation.” Evadne

“Pfft!”

delighted at the opportunity to regain some dignity, “Oh sis, have you been out of the loop

member looked discomforted, “I’m sorry miss, but

Evadne.” Evadne said

“Evadne” was like a shockwave,

things easier, Evadne might have said

name alone was enough to make

some last–minute business with Mr. Abernathy. It was

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

Bright, my friend. May

Please, come

were respectfully led

left alone, her face red with anger,

matter how hard she

were heading towards the banquet

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

planning to take her for a vacation after I finish

with warmth and anticipation for future at the mention of Marilla, “I’ve found a psychologist who can help

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

“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

something to Glynnis?” Thaddeus asked, his voice

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Just curious.”

much, just disfigured her

sight