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.

so tight–lipped, now suddenly so

the others were distracted, she bumped the man

delicate fragrance drifted by, causing Thaddeus’s heart to flutter, his

his handsome face and

a bashful man he

so–called bashful man, who held her in his arms late into the night,

timid.

drink, you don’t need to overdo

with warning, “Don’t spoil everyone

it

grimaced like she had swallowed poison, Glynnis secretly winced

watched the subtle interplay between Evadne and Thaddeus, sensing they

his father’s side,

fancy to

first sight,” Ford said, his gaze fixed on Evadne’s lovely features,

distinguished ladies here, only Alea seems a match for you.”

rest are mere

woman who had attempted to wipe

you have quite the array of

Ford on the back with a half–smiling jest, “Man, Thaddeus and that young buck from the Chambers family are head over heels for Alea. It’s clear as day to anyone with eyes. And you? First time meeting her

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 it comes down to love or power, he’ll

prioritize our interests. Our collaboration with the Abernathy Group is crucial right now. Try not to

nodded in resignation. “You’re right, as always. I’ll keep a

trail straight to her bladder, and the urge to visit the

sight, she hunched over, knees together, sprinting toward

were all occupied, and Elspeth trembled with the effort of holding it in, nearly hopping from foot to foot in

but before she could lift her skirt, disaster struck, and she was left in a state of

she waited, agonized and alone, until the restroom emptied before she cried

and sat on the toilet,

before

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you’d come to the races today with my medication, remember?” Her bloodshot eyes pleaded for

laugh came from the other end, devoid of any warmth, mocking

up. “I miss you. I’m

what she missed more was the promise of relief his “miracle cure” held for her:

had cast aside all

come alone to the rest area by track two. Everyone will

her eyes shining with hope. “I’ll

the

horse racing gala always drew the most

Steeds. The elite showcased their wealth by

lineage galloped across the track, a

the races themselves.

betting stakes for this single event often soared to billions!

to win a fortune, while a few competed for glory alone, not for riches

steeds, already waiting in the stables, ready

much are you betting on my Treasure today?” Jeff asked, peering through his binoculars at the

Treasure? When are you going to get over that name?”

to such a fate by your whims. Just hearing that name, I wouldn’t bet on

I’ve changed it! It’s not

it spin in place while the others race ahead?”

as the surrounding

enough of Emeric’s sharp

even place a friendly bet.

Winning or losing on my own horse, I’d be happy. Betting on someone else’s? I’d lose sleep. I’m petty