His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 735

After a night of reckless indulgence, Glynnis was roused by a waitress in the bathroom of the club. Without even a moment to cleanse herself of the night’s debauchery, she slunk out the back door, with her head hung low.

As she emerged into the daylight, it was already the afternoon of the following day.

There was no way Glynnis could show her face at Windermere Estate in such disarray. So she made a beeline for her perennially reserved luxury suite at the Abernathy Hotel. There, she washed away the grime and the scent of men, while her mind was flickering with vivid memories of the previous night’s fervent encounter with the strapping male model.

Damn, that was one hell of a ride.

Too bad she hadn’t snagged his contact details. She definitely wanted a round two when she had the chance!

After cleaning up and slipping into the fresh clothes brought by room service, Glynnis transformed back into the polished Ms. Acacia and called for her driver to take her back to Windermere Estate.

The moment she stepped through the door, laughter and jovia

parlor.

“Are we expecting guests?” Glynnis asked the butler.

conversation wafted from the direction of the

“Yes, Miss. The Bartleys have come to visit with their son. Mr. Frederic is chatting with them now.”

Glynnis was taken aback, realizing that Alston, the fool, was seriously pursuing her sister, just as she had predicted.

She quickly tidied her hair and plastered on a genteel smile before entering the parlor.

“Daddy, I see we’re playing host,” she said as if she had stumbled upon the gathering by chance. “Oh, it’s Mr. and Mrs. Bartley, and Alston. Good afternoon, everyone.”

Frederic subtly scowled at the scent of alcohol on her, but maintained his composure in front of the guests.

Glynnis the time of day even if their lives depended on

couldn’t even bring himself to meet her eye, putting on an act of the

suitor.

as if he wasn’t the same man who had been caught in a

hear Marilla isn’t here today,” Mrs. Bartley chirped. “Alston brought

mere sight of them,” Mr. Bartley added with a chuckle, while giving his son an encouraging pat on

out a snort of laughter – the tension in

his forehead beaded

secrets.

Bartley aren’t just boasting. Alston and I went to the same school, and he truly is a diligent

a knowing look, whose face had turned ashen, “Alston and Marilla would make a perfect match. He’d be an ideal son–in–law for the Abernathy-

darkened at her

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welcome, the Bartleys quickly took their leave. “Mr. Frederic, once Marilla is back,

Chapter 735

date for the kids to meet,” Mrs. Bartley insisted, eager

coughed uncomfortably, “As you’ve seen in the news, my daughter’s mental state.”

been smitten with Marilla since their school days, and after seeing her at the Chambers

“In fact, our Alston and your Marilla are practically

cold smirk twisted

but not

seemed somewhat relieved

Windermere Estate, the Bartleys settled into their luxury car,,with the couple sitting on one side and

impression of you,” Mr. Bartley said, relaxing into his seat. “You’re right. Although that girl isn’t worthy of you, marrying her could benefit my campaign. And if you become Frederic’s son–in–law,

stoic, his eyes filled with

the Bartley family. In a few years, if her condition worsens, you’ll

Mrs. Bartley said, her