His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 446

The match time was up; the air thrummed with anticipation and the roar of eager crowds as the jockeys, astride their magnificent steeds, made a glittering entrance into the arena.

Amidst a shower of roses and the thunder of applause, the jockeys stood tall and proud, warriors each and every one.

The announcer’s voice boomed with excitement as he introduced each competitor and their gallant horses. All eyes were on the track, home fans cheering for their favorites. But there were a few who, in silence, awaited the arrival of a particular beauty.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen.”

The announcer’s voice hitched as he scanned his notes, causing a hush to sweep over the crowd.

“Please welcome the daughter of Chairman Emeric Ashbourne, the daughter of the Ashbourne family, Ms. Evadne Ashbourne!”

The crowd erupted in astonishment. Good heavens, the Ashbourne family’s daughter competing in the flesh? Could she truly be such an equestrian force?

Jewelry designer Alea, hotel magnate, fashion designer Haron, illustrious doctor Dr. Eve and now, a jockey too. What other surprises did she harbor, unknown to the world?

Yet, some onlookers couldn’t help their envious comments.

“Can’t that big–shot corporation afford a professional jockey? Why send the family gem to rough it up? Talk about cheap thrills.”

“Seriously, the racetrack is so dusty and grimy. If it were me, I would never agree to step in there.”

“And horses, they’re beasts after all. What if one goes berserk and she gets thrown or trampled? Seems the Ashbourne lady will stop at nothing for a bit of the limelight.”

Evadne, clad in a striking black and white riding ensemble, gracefully led her horse Wind into the arena.

The spectators were spellbound, even the naysayers fell silent for she was a vision of beauty.

Bland riding attire was often demanding of one’s figure; not any woman could embody its uniqueness, yet all those concerns and defects seemed dissolved in front of her impeccable body.

Her clear eyes and bright smile, her statuesque form, all radiated a fierce, sun–like brilliance.

Seeing his woman entering the arena, Thaddeus couldn’t help but rush to the forefront, gripping the railing with white–knuckled intensity, his eyes fixed on the breathtaking Evadne.

“Evadne,” he whispered her name, his voice thick with an emotion that almost brought him to tears.

Edith observed his longing gaze, scoffed, and drowned her irritation in a hefty swig of bourbon.

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miss this time for the rest of

smitten in the presence of the Ashbourne daughter, felt a stormy scowl crease his forehead. Not wanting to cause a scene, he redirected his frustration at Glynnis, “Where is your mom? The race is about to start. At such a crucial

wronged, blurted out, “How should I know? She’s your wife. You

It was odd, indeed. Elspeth had been acting secretive lately, especially around this horse show. She used to cling to him relentlessly, and now she seemed

“Dennis.”

Mr. Abernathy,” Dennis promptly approached.

you do, tell her

and left

that Elspeth might be conducting a covert rendezvous with Victor at the track, exchanging some illicit potion, which

to find you. Be

play the role of the spirited cheerleader amidst the male jockeys, “Woohoo! Go Evadne, you look

annoyance. Instead, her eyes, as clear as stars, sparkled with

about this whirlwind

in a jealous tone as he shot

how to

spectator. If Marilla were racing, I’d leap from here and sprint alongside her, cheering her on

sneered at his words, unconvinced. Aren’t you already like that?

uptight, man.” Jareth clapped him on the back, “I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re more anxious and worried for Evadne than anyone here. You should shout it out like I do!

it?” A tremor passed through Thaddeus’s long lashes, his voice a husky whisper, “Oh,

his eyebrow, Jareth smirked knowingly,

been the stoic type, seemingly above worldly desires. Now, with love igniting his passions, he

man.

such thing as being unromantic; it’s just a matter

watched as their horses lined up on the track, poised for the race. Their eyes shone

gaze wandered greedily over her, lingering on her shapely legs

to the sheltered Ms. Ashbourne. She was exactly his type. Once the race was over, he resolved to persuade his father to approach the

and his son intently, noting how Ford’s gaze seemed fixated on Evadne. She couldn’t help but feel a drum of anxiety in her chest and whispered to Cassius, “That

had seen it before – the old man’s intentions were as clear as day! “What do we do? I’m getting worried.”

in their country. Emeric mentioned them before, saying that if we wanted to expand our business here, we’d have to deal with their family eventually. What if that Junior Morris takes a fancy

moment, his voice warm but firm, “That won’t happen. Junior Morris is nearly forty, a whole ten years older than Evadne – it’s not a suitable match. Besides,

Mr. Abernathy. He might change his mind, who knows?” Myra’s heart

uneasy.

he would never trade his daughter’s happiness for personal gain,” Cassius

admire his daughter’s grace, instructing Mr. Dylan to record the event and asking the officials to take more pictures of her.

as she focused ahead. Her seemingly delicate figure was charged with an

her, thinking, “This pampered little miss

the signal, every rider