His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 443

The favoritism was as clear as day, an unapologetic display of partiality.

It was glaringly obvious that Evadne was the apple of Thaddeus’s eye. Edith? She might as well have been a ghost.

Avery clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, his body stiff with barely contained rage.

Why was he always one step behind?

Why was it that the spot by Evadne’s side was always occupied by that contemptible bastard?

Ford’s smile turned grim, his expression darkening, but he maintained the polished facade of a gentleman. “You know, there’s a saying I’ve picked up in your country, ‘to cherish the fairer sex! Mr. Thaddeus, your tender care for Ms. Evadne truly marks you as a gentleman. Seems I’ve been too brash, not considering Ms. Evadne’s feelings. I shall penalize myself with a drink.”

With that, Ford drained his glass.

Thaddeus, his eyes deep and unfathomable, didn’t show any weakness as he too downed his drink in one go.

Applause filled the room, dissipating the awkward tension.

But Frederic’s face had turned stormy with anger.

“Dad, what on earth is Thad thinking? It’s clear as day that President Morris has his sights set on Evadne. Isn’t he just asking for trouble by stepping in between them?”

Glynnis couldn’t help but sneer from the sidelines, “To risk the big picture over a girl, Thad’s really not showing the steadiness expected of a CEO.

Beauty has always spelled trouble from time immemorial, and that Evadne, she’s nothing but trouble.”

“Why can’t you be more like Marilla, quiet and demure? What kind of aristocratic lady airs her family’s dirty laundry like you do?” Frederic reprimanded Glynnis sharply, silencing her immediately.

At that moment, Evadne raised her glass again, her smile contagious, “Come on, everyone, let’s raise a toast to William and Mr. Ford’s esteemed presence! Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

Under the charm of Evadne’s radiant smile, the atmosphere lightened again, and everyone lifted their glasses to drink to the toast.

Only Elspeth stood in the corner, gripping her glass so tightly, yet not daring to take a sip.

“Hey, Elspeth, why aren’t you drinking?”

Evadne suddenly turned her gaze towards a pale–faced Elspeth and said with a light, unbothered smile, “In such a joyful moment, and with such -distinguished guests, won’t you join us in celebration? Or perhaps, the million–dollar champagne provided by the Chambers Group doesn’t suit your

taste?”

Elspeth felt a tightness in her chest, her face frozen in an embarrassed smile, her eyes reddening with barely contained fury.

All eyes turned to her, and indeed, her glass remained untouched.

The Chambers family looked displeased, and Matthew gave Bertha a knowing look. The ever–loyal sister of the family sneered, “Elspeth, as the lady of the Abernathy Group, you must have had your fill of the finest spirits. It’s understandable that our humble offerings don’t appeal to you.”

Knowing full well the animosity between her and the Chambers family, especially Bertha, who had tripped her up more times than she could count at social events, Elspeth braced herself for the onslaught.

“I didn’t mean it that way, please don’t misunderstand. It’s just. I’m a lightweight when it comes to alcohol,” Elspeth managed to say,

Before she could finish, Thaddeus cut in, “Elspeth, you’re too modest. At every family gathering, you’re always the life of the party with a drink in hand. There’s no need for restraint on such a celebratory occasion.”

The room filled with murmurs and mixed expressions.

So after all these years clawing her way up in the Abernathy family and finally securing her place, Elspeth still hadn’t won the approval of the Abernathy heir? One had to wonder if Thaddeus always addressed her in such a manner–if so, it was truly laughable!

Elspeth was shaking, her heavy makeup struggling to hide the deep anger that seemed to weigh more than a poltergeist.

usually so tight–lipped, now suddenly so

others were distracted, she bumped the man beside

wave of her delicate fragrance drifted by, causing Thaddeus’s heart to flutter, his cheeks

his handsome face and

what a bashful man he was.

his arms late into the night, taking what he wanted with the

timid.

just one drink, you don’t need to

at Elspeth, his gaze heavy with warning, “Don’t spoil everyone else’s fun.”

tightened, and with an arm as rigid as if it were nailed in place, she lifted her glass and emptied

had swallowed poison, Glynnis secretly winced on

between Evadne and Thaddeus, sensing they

to his father’s side,

taken a fancy

his gaze fixed on Evadne’s lovely

all the distinguished ladies here, only

rest are mere jesters.”

of the woman who had attempted to wipe Thaddeus’s trousers and curled his

boy, you have quite

over heels for Alea. It’s clear as day to anyone

As for Thaddeus,” Ford snorted with disdain, “all polished up, he’s Mr. Abernathy, CEO of the Abernathy Group Strip away the shine, and he’s just a lapdog for the Abernathy family. Does he really think he’s got a lock on the heir’s seat at the Abernathy Group? If we decided to back someone else, we could yank him from that CEO chair in a heartbeat. I don’t buy it. When

Group is crucial right

“You’re right, as always. I’ll keep a

downing a stiff drink, felt the alcohol blaze a trail straight to

sight, she

all occupied, and Elspeth trembled with the effort of holding it in,

a stall freed up. She dashed in but before she could lift her skirt, disaster

emptied before she cried out in frustration, pounding

Elspeth calmed down and sat on the toilet, dialing

an eternity before he picked

7

Her bloodshot eyes pleaded for confirmation.

other end, devoid of any

tears welling up. “I miss you. I’m going out

what she missed more was the promise of relief his “miracle

had

races, come alone to the rest area by track two. Everyone will be at track one by then, and

with hope. “I’ll

ceremony, the races

the annual horse racing gala always drew the most

Hundred Steeds. The elite showcased their wealth by parading their imported, high–priced

rare lineage galloped across the track, a spectacular sight.

the races

single event often

win a fortune, while a few competed for

major families had brought their prized steeds, already waiting

asked, peering through his binoculars at the track

going to get over that

reduced to such a fate by your whims. Just hearing

I’ve changed it! It’s not Treasure anymore,

the others race ahead?” Emeric

the surrounding families snickered.

sharp tongue,

a

betting. Winning or losing on my own horse, I’d be happy.