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His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

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Chapter 312

Debby’s return was a delightful surprise for the Ashbourne family!

As Debby’s biological mother, Suri was the most composed and dignified of the three ladies of the

household. Over the years, few had ever seen her shed a tear. Seeing her daughter, she managed to

keep her emotions in check, her eyes merely welling up.

But her stepmothers, Myra and Aviana, were far more emotional. They threw their arms around Debby,

weeping uncontrollably. One might have mistaken Suri for the stepmother!

“Alright, alright! Have you two had enough?”

Emeric stood by, his handsome face twisted in complaint, “It’s my turn now!”

Everyone was speechless.

Reluctantly, Myra and Aviana let go.

Without missing a beat, Emeric rushed forward, embracing Debby tightly, crying even harder than the

women, “Oh, my daughter! I’ve missed you so much! I thought you’d forgotten about me after getting

married. You never came home to visit! You ungrateful girl!”

They were all speechless.

Seeing Emeric making a scene, Evadne, his other daughter, was mortified.

Thankfully, they were all family in the living room.

“Well, at least he didn’t embarrass us in public,” she thought, relieved.

“Dad, I never forgot about you. I’m here to see you now, aren’t I?”

Debby soothed her father, patting his back gently, “Darcy has been really busy recently. I’ve been

helping with the election campaign. I only told him I was coming home after I boarded the plane. Dad,

I’m not ungrateful. I’ve always been thinking of you. Don’t be angry, okay? I brought you a set of fine

bone china. You’ll love it.” Everyone watched her, feeling sympathy for her.

Years ago, she had gone against her father’s wishes and married Darcy, a congressman who was ten

years her senior. She had moved to a foreign land for love, seeing her family less often.

Little did they know, the Ashbourne’s daughter would shine brightly in another country. Aside from the

Queen, she was the second most admired woman in Helgen, voted by the public.

Such a high social status was something even Evadne couldn’t match. It made her proud to have such

an accomplished and influential sister.

“Where’s the gift? Where is it?” Emeric finally managed to hold back his tears, his curiosity piqued.

He was just like a child who stopped throwing a tantrum after being given a lollipop!

“I met your secretary when I arrived. I’ve already given him the gift, along with the jewelry for Myra.”

As she spoke, Debby looked at Myra gently, “Happy birthday, Myra.”

“The fact that you’re here is the best gift, Debby.” Myra’s eyes welled up again. She was always so

emotional.

“What about your husband? Didn’t he send anything?” Emeric raised an eyebrow, still not satisfied.

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“Emeric, that’s enough.”

Evadne rolled her eyes at her father’s insatiable curiosity. “You’ve got enough antiques and collectibles

to start a museum. You won’t take them with What’s the point of having so many?”

“Hmph, you’re young! You don’t understand!” Emeric retorted, pouting.

Evadne just laughed, “You’re just greedy. If we were in ancient times, you’d be a corrupt official.”

“And what would you be?”

Evadne lifted her chin proudly, “I’d be Samuel Johnson, the famous critic and moralist, always keeping

the corrupt in check!”

Everyone in the room laughed.

“Hey, wasn’t our brother supposed to be here by now? What’s taking him so long?” Evadne asked.

Cassius checked his watch, “I’ll give him a call.”

Meanwhile, just a few hundred meters away from the Hotel.

Camille was driving her pink Ferrari, talking on the phone via Bluetooth, waiting for the traffic light to

change.

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“Get me the design for the Paris Fashion Week showcase ASAP. If there’s any more nonsense, I will

officially cut ties with them! If they ever want to hold a show in Elmsworth in the future, don’t blame me

for being ruthless and tripping them up!”

The light changed to green, and Camille, still fuming, floored the accelerator.

Her Ferrari shot out like a pink bolt of lightning.

Just then, a discreet Mercedes E–Class came speeding from the opposite direction. Both of them were

turning, one left, the other right, and both were going too fast!

“Ah! God!”

Camille was distracted by her phone call and didn’t notice the black sedan. She slammed on the

brakes, sparks flying from the tires as they skidded on the asphalt‘

The Mercedes driver also realized the danger and slammed on his brakes as well. The screeching

sound was ear–piercing!

Then there was a crash!

Camille’s body jerked violently in the car as the airbags deployed, hitting her right in the face!

Luckily, the windshield only shattered, not exploded. Otherwise, she might have been disfigured!

“Damn! I must have had some bad luck today.”

Camille opened the car door, rubbing her neck, her face twisted with anger as she got out of the car

Her limited–edition pink Ferrari was now a wreck!

“Oh! My little pink! Damn it!” Camille’s carefully styled hair was messed up, but she didn’t care, she was

too upset about her car!

The Mercedes was also in a sorry state, its hood lifted and engine smoking.

Arnold stepped out of the car, coughing from the smoke.

“Hey! Can’t you drive? You saw my car coming and you still drove right into it. Ah?”

Camille was about to explode with anger, knowing she was going to be late for the birthday dinner and

her car was totaled.

But the sight of Arnold’s handsome face and tall, dashing figure under his sleek black suit stopped her

in her tracks. Her fan–girl syndrome kicked in, her mouth hung open, and her eyes sparkled as she

stared at him.

Thick eyebrows, big eyes, high nose, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a perky butt!

He was a masterpiece! A real masterpiece!

Camille watched as Arnold walked towards her, her heart pounding in her chest.

Wait a minute!

Why did him seem so familiar? As if she had seen him somewhere before.

“Miss, 1 can drive.”

Arnold rubbed his slightly sore neck, his handsome eyebrows furrowing in frustration, “Even though I

can drive, I can’t stop people from rushing to hit my car. You are going so fast, were you in a hurry to

reincarnate or something?”

“You! Who rushed to hit you? It was you who hit me, all right?”

Camille was so angry that her eyes bulged out, her sharp high heels stomping hard on the ground.

“And why are you driving a black sedan in the middle of the night? It scared the hell out of me!”

Arnold’s eyebrows furrowed even more, his eyes filled with mockery, “Hmm, which law in our country

states that you can’t drive at night? But the law does state that you can’t use your phone or wear high

heels while driving.”

Camille’s petite feet, clad in high heels, curled in embarrassment.

“But, but you crossed the solid line when you turned. You’re fully responsible!”

“Whether I’m responsible or not, that’s for the police to decide. But I don’t have time to call the police

now. You call them. I’m in a hurry.”

Saying this, Arnold took out his wallet, pulled out a business card, and handed it to her. “This has my

phone number and office address on it. Let me know the outcome, and do what needs to be done.”

“You! What kind of attitude is this? Do you think you can just leave a big mess for me to clean up? I’m

in a hurry too!”

Camille was very dissatisfied with Arnold’s domineering and irresponsible attitude, and she angrily

threw his business card back at him. “Who are you trying to fool with a lousy business card? Who

knows if you’re just a well–dressed swindler?”

“Swindler?”

Arnold laughed at her outburst, finding this oddly coiffed woman both annoying and unreasonable. “I’m

a swindler? If I am, then there are no good people left in this world. I’m leaving.”

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Camille was so angry her eyes were red, and she grabbed hold of Arnold’s arm. “I don’t care! You’ve

ruined my brand new pink car that I just bought this month, you have to be responsible!”

“Oh, you should’ve said so earlier.”

Arnold, who was in a hurry to attend a banquet, had no patience to argue with her. So he pulled out a

bank card from his wallet, held it between his fingers, and casually handed it to her. “Here, use this to

fix your car. There’s no password.”

Camille stared at the bank card, her chest filling with rage. She felt utterly humiliated!

“Dude, my car is a limited–edition pink Ferrari, and now it’s wrecked because of you. You want me to

use your money to fix it? What are you thinking?”

“Oh, then just use the money to buy a new one. That should be enough.”

Arnold was a man who valued time highly. Nothing could delay his plans, especially when it involved

family matters.

So, his eyes turned cold as he painstakingly removed Camille’s fingers from his arm, then suddenly

pulled away.

As Arnold was about to turn around, he suddenly felt a hitch in his breath!

Camille had grabbed hold of his deep blue tie, wrapped it around her fingers, bit down hard, and

yanked!

Their bodies suddenly came close, their noses almost touching.

Arnold’s pupils constricted, his breath deepened, mixing with the hot breath that Camille was exhaling

onto his face.

Except for Evadne, he had never been this close to a woman in his thirty years of single life!

Beneath the woman’s fiery red dress, her heaving chest occasionally grazed against his shirt.

His only option was to stare intently into her eyes, as if a monk had encountered a seductive succubus,

fearing that if his gaze moved half an inch lower, his thirty years of celibacy would be ruined.

“What are you doing?” Arnold’s voice was slightly hoarse.

Camille snorted coldly, and from somewhere she also pulled out a bank card, held it between her

slender fingers, and slapped Arnold’s slightly flushed cheek with it.

“I also have plenty of money, enough to take care of you until retirement, you little punk!”

Arnold’s clear eyes suddenly widened, and somehow, his heart rate was thrown off balance, his mind

going blank for a moment

“Don’t think you’re something just because you have some dirty money. My master is a billionaire’s

daughter and an internationally renowned designer She’s filthy rich. I’ve never seen her show off like

you!”

Arnold was taken aback.

Why did that sound so familiar?

As soon as she finished speaking, Camille threw the bank card onto his leather shoes, proudly lifted

her cute little chin, and briskly walked back to her car. She drove off in her damaged Ferrari, leaving

Arnold behind.

Arnold watched as the pink sports car gradually disappeared into the night, standing still for a moment

before a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Pink, such poor taste.”