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’d miss this time for the rest of his life.

his usually haughty son now 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

your wife. You ought

this horse show. She used to cling to him relentlessly, and now

“Dennis.”

Mr. Abernathy,” Dennis promptly

when you do, tell her to come back

and left

heart skipped a beat; she worried that Elspeth might be conducting a covert rendezvous with Victor at the track, exchanging some illicit potion, which drenched herself in cold

to

play the role of the spirited cheerleader amidst the male jockeys, “Woohoo!

show a hint of annoyance. Instead, her eyes, as clear as stars, sparkled with

could they do about this whirlwind of

roasted in a jealous tone

know how to speak?”

being a passionate spectator. If Marilla were racing, I’d leap from here and sprint alongside her, cheering her on without a care in

unconvinced. Aren’t you already

what you’re thinking. You’re more anxious and worried for Evadne than anyone here. You should shout it out like

as ostentatious as you. Besides, who says I won’t show it?” A tremor passed through Thaddeus’s long lashes, his voice

smirked knowingly, “Spicy taste, I

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

man.

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

bigwigs 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

Evadne, positioned at gate five. His gaze wandered greedily over her, lingering on her shapely legs hugged by tight jodhpurs. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his tongue traced his upper

a wild, unrestrained side to the sheltered Ms. Ashbourne. She was exactly his type. Once the race was over, he resolved to persuade his father to approach the Ashbourne family with a

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 man from the Morris

darkened upon hearing it, “You noticed too?” He had seen it before – the old man’s intentions were as clear as

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

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

up Evadne and Mr. Abernathy. He might change

uneasy.

though Dad disapproves of Thaddeus, he would never trade his daughter’s happiness for personal gain,” Cassius asserted,

Dylan to record the event and asking the officials to take more pictures of

she focused ahead. Her seemingly delicate figure

her, thinking, “This pampered little miss –

the signal, every rider leaned forward.