His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 83

After the guests had cleared out, Camille brought Evadne to her studio. The two of them were as thick as thieves. In their private space, they cracked jokes and laughed, creating a joyful atmosphere.

Camille served Evadne some coffee and even brought out desserts from top local pastry chefs. These were treats that her guests never got a chance to taste.

"Try this coffee."

"This is Colombian coffee. It's smooth and full-bodied, with a refreshing and nutty flavor. It's excellent." Evadne sipped the coffee with a smile.

Evadne's demeanor was all grace and elegance, a testament to her refined upbringing—something not easily imitated.

"I'm glad you like it." Camille beamed. Normally aloof, Camille was like a carefree little girl in Evadne's presence.

Their acquaintance could be traced back to six years ago. Back then, Camille was a promising fashion designer with endless inspiration. But her early success made her a target of envy and criticism. Out of desperation, she joined a reality show where she was humiliated by a big-name actress and harshly criticized by the judges.

Then, the globally renowned fashion genius Haron defended her online, criticizing those who attacked her and exposing their narrow-mindedness.

Haron's defense led other wronged designers to speak out against the industry's unfairness. Their actions brought attention to Camille, the budding talent.

Haron gave Camille a new hope.

What happened next was like a movie. Those who attacked her publicly apologized under public pressure. But their apologies fell on deaf ears, and their reputations plummeted. The actress was lambasted online, and her dark secrets were exposed, leaving her dishonored.

"Master, you're Haron, the genius designer. Why don't you reveal your true identity?" Camille poured Evadne more coffee, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

"You've asked me this many times."

Evadne massaged her temples lightly. "I prefer working behind the scenes. I don't like the spotlight. I don't want to disturb my peaceful life."

"What a waste. If you revealed you're Haron, Ms. Acacia would be scared out of her wits. She wouldn't dare to attack you."

Camille fumed. "Just because she's Thaddeus' fiancée, she thinks she can mock you. She's so arrogant and cocky! Who does she think she is?"

Evadne sipped her coffee leisurely, a cheerful gleam in her eyes. "She's not worth knowing Haron."

"But Master, how did you end up clashing with such a person? Do you have any disputes with her? Do you need me to teach her a lesson?"

Evadne paused slightly, then chuckled. "Never mind, she's the future Mrs. Abernathy."

"So what? I'm your apprentice, and whoever offends you, I'll deal with them!" Camille declared.

Evadne felt a pang of guilt. Camille, though very close to her, didn't know that she was the daughter of Skyrim's wealthiest businessman, Emeric, let alone that she was the ex-wife of Thaddeus, the CEO of the Abernathy group.

Sometimes, Evadne felt like she had multiple personalities. She had many identities, each with their own social circles and lives, none overlapping with each other. It was an odd feeling.

"Master, do you still remember your promise?" Camille held up a heart-shaped pastry, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Of course, I always keep my word. But have you found me a dance partner yet? If he can't dance or isn't handsome, I'm not interested," Evadne asked nonchalantly.

"He's all ready! Tall, muscular, sexy, and charming! You'll be satisfied, I guarantee!"

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The small interlude didn't affect the party.

Thaddeus stood emotionless, and his suit was outlining his appealing physique. His good looks drew everyone's eyes, especially the women's.

Acacia glared at each lingering gaze, protective like a wolf guarding her food. If it weren't for ordering her wedding dress from Camille, she'd never have brought her boyfriend to such an event. That was like exposing him to all these women, a dangerously risky move!

Thaddeus ignored everyone, his deep eyes searching the room. Who he was looking for was obvious.

"Ah! It's Camille!"