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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he wanted. Maybe later he’d miss this time

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

your wife. You ought to know her whereabouts,

brows furrowed tight. It was odd, indeed. Elspeth had been acting secretive lately, especially around this horse show. She used to cling to him relentlessly,

“Dennis.”

Mr. Abernathy,” Dennis promptly

wife. And when you do, tell her to

nodded and

the track, exchanging some illicit potion, which drenched

someone to find you. Be careful!]

Evadne make her entrance, couldn’t help but play the role of the spirited cheerleader amidst the male jockeys, “Woohoo! Go Evadne,

eyes, as clear as stars,

about this whirlwind of a man? They pretended not

with all the ‘woohoo‘, acting like a baboon?” Thaddeus roasted in a jealous tone

you know how

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

unconvinced. Aren’t you already

on the back, “I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re more anxious and worried for Evadne than anyone here. You should

you. Besides, who says I won’t show it?” A tremor passed through Thaddeus’s long lashes, his voice a husky whisper, “Oh, ill show it when

knowingly, “Spicy taste, I

been the stoic type, seemingly above worldly desires. Now, with

man.

it’s just a matter of

watched as their horses lined up on the track, poised for the race. Their eyes shone with nervous anticipation. Only William and his son remained calm, watching the

lingering on her shapely legs hugged by tight jodhpurs. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his tongue traced his upper

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

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

hearing it, “You noticed too?” He had seen it before – the old man’s

wanted to expand our business here, we’d have to deal with their family eventually. What if that Junior Morris takes a fancy to Evadne and uses a business collaboration as a bargaining chip, proposing marriage to Emeric in exchange

won’t happen. Junior Morris is nearly forty, a whole ten years older than Evadne – it’s not a suitable match. Besides, they’re from another country and Debby is already married abroad. Dad would never agree to send Evadne so far away from her family.”

is keen on breaking up Evadne and Mr. Abernathy. He might change his mind, who knows?” Myra’s

uneasy.

he would never trade his daughter’s happiness for personal

to admire his daughter’s grace, instructing Mr. Dylan to record the event

ahead. Her seemingly delicate figure was charged with an immeasurable explosive force.

at her, thinking, “This pampered little

signal, every