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.”

loud and clear, her eyebrows

Dolores, her prétentious demeanor making

be considerate of Mr.

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

listened silently to their self–serving speeches, her cool

amazement as Bevis and Dolores left the parking

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

not exactly a

you’re quite

her, “Most people who divorce can’t wait to strangle each other, but you’re going out of your way to

just want to clear my conscience.

started walking towards

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

smile, “Evadne, you’re becoming

with some of his acquaintances on the way,

an air of arrogance, handing over her invitation

please come

“Thank you.”

Dolores stroke her long hair and was about to step in, she heard

her pupils contracting

Chasel were strolling towards the banquet hall

her teeth, her

here all of a sudden? There was no hint of

an international supermodel beside her? Was

didn’t expect to see you here!” Dolores‘ expression shifted in

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

was why he wasn’t willing to return home. The relationships within these

can’t I be?” Evadne

low–key, sis. You never attend these kinds of public

well you better get used

narrowed slightly, her gaze towards Dolores intriguing, “From now on, I’ll be appearing in public more often. I expect we’ll be

invitation?” A staff member politely

any invitation.”

“Pfft!”

sis, have you been out of

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

said simply, her

name “Evadne” was like a shockwave, leaving the two

easier, Evadne might

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

with Mr. Abernathy. It

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. Ashbourne, please come in!” The staff members were eager to

Mr. Bright, my friend. May we

course! Please,

respectfully led

face red with anger,

way. No matter when, no matter where, no matter how

Jareth were

asked, his face

planning to take her for a vacation after I finish up

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

trauma?” Thaddeus stopped, asking in

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

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

something to Glynnis?” Thaddeus asked, his voice

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Just curious.”

do much, just disfigured her

grinned uncontrollably, remembering the abject sight of Glynnis