His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 373

At the stroke of seven in the evening.

The cocktail party was set once again at the Abernathy Hotel. Following a series of business meetings, the tycoons and elites of Elmsworth flocked here to continue their social engagements.

Evadne, behind the wheel of her sleek black Bugatti, zoomed through the city with Chasel, her passenger, clutching the door in a death grip, staring fixedly ahead, not daring to utter a single word.

He feared if he did, he'd probably hurl out his dinner from last night!

Upon reaching the hotel finally, Evadne executed a swift, smooth drift that brought the car to a stop in the parking space.

"Out," Evadne, unfastening her seatbelt.

Chasel remained motionless, pale as a ghost.

Evadne blinked her almond-shaped eyes, waving a hand in front of him, "Hey, what's happening? You’re not moving."

"I feel sick." Chasel's face turning a sickly shade of white.

Evadne yelped, promptly kicking him out, "If you're going to puke, do it outside! Not in my car!"

The moment the car door opened, Chasel did exactly that.

For a man of his high birth and noble upbringing, it was the first time he'd ever thrown up in such an undignified manner.

Fortunately, Cassius wasn't around, or else he would've wished he were dead.

After emptying his stomach, Chasel weakly clung onto the car door, panting heavily as he glared at Evadne, "Are all of you Ashbournes mad? Driving cars like they're airplanes!"

"You're a grown man and you get carsick?"

Evadne crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head in disbelief, "My driving skills are on par with a race car driver, smooth as can be. If you can't handle it, it's clearly your problem."

With that, she handed him a bottle of water, showing a bit of consideration.

Chasel rinsed his mouth, slowly regaining his composure.

"Hey, don't forget what you promised me."

"I remember."

Evadne looked at him with a faint smile, "You cure Thaddeus, and I'll introduce you to Dr. Eve. I keep my word."

If only Chasel knew, the beautiful woman who had been ragging on him was his idol, Dr. Eve, he might have a few choice words to say about that, and possibly feel a bit short-changed.

Just then, a sleek black Bentley glided past them.

Evadne recognized the license plate; it was vaguely familiar.

The Bentley came to a stop not too far off, the driver stepping out to open the door.

Out of the car stepped two people Evadne knew all too well. Her Uncle Bevis Ashbourne and her scheming cousin, Dolores Ashbourne.

"Dad, how do I look tonight?" Dolores asked Bevis eagerly.

She was wearing a one-shoulder pink evening gown, holding a silver clutch adorned with diamonds. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her look like a wealthy heiress.

But Evadne could tell, the dress Dolores was wearing was a knockoff.

Because that brand would never lend an original dress to someone like Dolores, who had neither the social standing nor the commercial value. That would be like damaging their own reputation.

"Looking fabulous! You’re as beautiful as a flower! You'll definitely be the center of attention tonight!" Bevis showered his daughter with praise.

Dolores, who hadn't even entered the event, was already glowing with excitement.

"Being the center of attention isn't important. What's important is if Mr. Abernathy likes."

Evadne heard Dolores' words loud and clear, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Chasel looked at Dolores, her pretentious demeanor making his nausea resurface.

"Sweetie, just be yourself, be considerate of Mr. Abernathy, and he'll eventually fall for you."

Bevis didn't miss the opportunity to throw a jab at Evadne, snorting, "My daughter, in any circumstance, is better than that slattern, Evadne. You need to have confidence. You're no worse than Evadne. You just lack a bit of chance with Mr. Abernathy. But that's not important. It can be created. Evadne and Mr. Abernathy really lack luck. Otherwise, why would they end up divorced?"

Evadne listened silently to their self-serving speeches, her cool face betraying no emotions.

Chasel stared in amazement as Bevis and Dolores left the parking lot.

"Thaddeus is your ex-husband?"

"Yep, should've mentioned it earlier, but it's not exactly a secret." Evadne responded, her expression neutral.

"Well, you're quite the exemplary ex-wife."

Chasel couldn't help but tease her, "Most people who divorce can't wait to strangle each other, but you're going out of your way to cure your ex-husband's illness? Is this a case of old flames dying hard, or does he have some sort of leverage on you?"

"I just want to clear my conscience. Let's go."

Evadne, expressionless, started walking towards the hotel.

Chasel watched her retreating figure, strong yet icy. For a woman in her early twenties, she carried herself with the strength of a blade that could cut through a storm, her aura commanding and fierce.

He couldn't help but crack a smile, "Evadne, you're becoming more and more intriguing."

Bevis had struck up a conversation with some of his acquaintances on the way, leaving Dolores to make her way to the banquet hall alone.

She walked up to the entrance with an air of arrogance, handing over her invitation to the staff at the door.

"Miss Ashbourne, please come in."

"Thank you."

As Dolores stroke her long hair and was about to step in, she heard the confident click of high heels behind her.

She turned around in surprise, her pupils contracting at the sight.

Evadne and Chasel were strolling towards the banquet hall side by side.

Dolores clenched her teeth, her eyes darkening.

Why was this witch here all of a sudden? There was no hint of her coming before!

And who was that tall, handsome man who looked like an international supermodel beside her? Was he her toy boy, or her new lover?

"Hey, cuz! I didn't expect to see you here!" Dolores' expression shifted in an instant, as she greeted Evadne with feigned warmth.

Chasel snorted dismissively. Had he not witnessed the arrogant exchange between Bevis and his daughter in the parking lot earlier, he might have believed they had a good relationship.

That was why he wasn’t willing to return home. The relationships within these wealthy families were too complicated, too hypocritical.

"What's so strange about me being here? You're here. Why can't I be?" Evadne didn't look at her, her red lips curling into a smirk, her aura intimidating.

"Well, you've always been so low-key, sis. You never attend these kinds of public events."

"Oh, well you better get used to it."