His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 81

“Are you sure about what you heard?” Thaddeus asked seriously. “Well… Mr. Thaddeus, we didn’t really need to pry into this, I contacted Ada’s agent yesterday, and she told me that President Ashbourne from K Orld Hotel had already reached out to them before us, clearly stating that they plan to compete with us publicly…” Gordon’s voice trailed off as Thaddeus’ expression grew more severe. “What else did she say?” *The agent also mentioned… Although our Abernathy Hotel has always had a good reputation domestically, K Orld Hotel has also been doing pretty well recently, so… She suggested that we should both show our strengths to compete for Ada’s cooperation. Whoever has the better proposal and offers more favorable terms, Ada will consider partnering with.” Thaddeus slammed his hand on the table in anger. Ilana had already given him enough headaches, and now she was competing with him for the project. Were these two women sent from heaven to give him trouble? “Tomorrow morning, gather all the senior management of the hotel for a meeting. We must develop the highest-level wedding plan proposal as soon as possible. We must convince Ada to choose us!” The man’s eyes were firm. “If we fail to secure this project and let Evadne succeed, everyone involved will have to pay the price!” Gordon nodded in fear. It seemed that he was really determined to get back at the person who once made him so angry that he climbed to the tenth floor! In the afternoon, his Maybach parked in front of a six-story European-style mansion in Elmsworth. “Didn’t you say we were going to meet the designer?” Thaddeus looked at the rose garden in confusion. “The designer is here. This mansion is the studio of the internationally renowned designer Camille.” Acacia’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Although her brand, Rozabe, has stores in many shopping centers around the world, those ready-to-wear clothes are not suitable for us. Only the haute couture designed by Ms. Camille herself is worthy of our wedding!” She had curled her hair specially for the day and dyed it. She was wearing a glamorous and slightly seContent © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

xy red backless dress, and her red lips were extraordinarily bright. Seeing her bright red lips, Thaddeus thought of Ilana’s face! It was as if red lips were a symbol of her, and they looked out of place on anyone else’s face. “No matter how high-end it is, it’s just a piece of clothing.” Thaddeus said dismissively, showing little interest. “I don’t need it. You can have it made for yourself.” “No way! As a wife, I should design clothes for my husband. From now on, you can only wear clothes that I choose for you. You can’t accept gifts from other women anymore!” Acacia cooed, leaning on his shoulder. Thaddeus’ brows furrowed slightly, his heart tightening. He thought of the suit Ilana had tailored for him. Even though it was damaged, he had kept it carefully. And what about Ilana? How did she treat the gift he gave her? She just watched as others ruined his gift. His good intentions were thrown on the ground as if they were trash. Thaddeus frowned and murmured, “Okay, I won’t do that anymore.” As they were about to enter the gate, they were stopped by the guard. “I’m sorry, but Ms. Camille is hosting a private party today. I’m afraid you can’t enter without an invitation.” “Hmph, of course, we have one.” Acacia pulled out two invitations with rose motifs, looking smug.

“Please come in.” In the hall, guests were holding wine gla**es, chatting, and laughing, creating a lively atmosphere. Thaddeus hadn’t expected Acacia to bring him to such an event, especially without his knowledge. No wonder she had taken such pains to dress up today. He felt a little uncomfortable. Besides necessary social activities, he never attended any private parties. Judging by Acacia’s behavior, He felt like he was being displayed like a commodity. Sure enough, Thaddeus’ appearance immediately attracted everyone’s attention. “Isn’t that Mr. Thaddeus?” “Really! He’s even more handsome in person than on TV!” “Who’s the woman next to him? She’s so lucky to be Mr. Thaddeus’ companion!” “That’s not just a companion, that’s his fiancée, Acacia. Mr. Thaddeus married her immediately after his divorce from his ex-wife. She’s really skilled.”

“Oh?” Listening to these rumors, Acacia was actually quite satisfied. In her eyes, all the women were jealous that she could have such an outstanding man. She had gone to great lengths to get these two invitations from Elspeth. She had felt a bit upset, but now she had finally found a way to vent. “Why didn’t you tell me in advance? You know I don’t like these kinds of events.” Thaddeus’ eyes were cold. “Thaddeus. I don’t have enough influence, I’m afraid I can’t invite Ms. Camille to design clothes for me, so I asked you to come. I believe that as long as you show up, Camille will definitely agree…” Seeing Thaddeus’ serious expression, Acacia hurriedly explained, “I’m sorry. Did I cause you trouble?” “In the future, you can tell me about these things directly. I will send someone to handle it. You don’t need to come in person.” Thaddeus’ tone was slightly softer. “I understand, Thaddeus…” At this moment, he heard familiar footsteps behind him. The sound was crisp, efficient, elegant, and steady. Thaddeus’ pupils contracted, and he turned around. The afternoon sun shone on the roses, emitting a rich fragrance. In this scene, Evadne walked in gracefully, dressed in a blue dress with a matching blazer over her shoulders. Today, her hair was tied up high, revealing her delicate neck. Without heavy makeup, she still had a strong presence. Some women didn’t need heavy makeup or a crown for their power. Acacia’s face turned ugly at the sight of Ilana. She thought she’d be the life of the party in her red dress but didn’t see it coming when the lady in blue totally stole her thunder. and she was left unnoticed. Thaddeus swallowed hard, trying to tear his eyes away from her, but he just couldn’t. But in the blink of an eye, Ilana walked past him as if he was invisible. Heat rose in Thaddeus’ chest. “Ms. Ilana, I didn’t expect you to score an invite to this place. It must’ve been tough, huh?” Acacia

started, with a smile. 1/2 16:40 “Sure, it wasn’t easy.” Evadne smiled back. “Every guest at Camille’s party is someone with a deep relationship with Camille herself or her brand. Either they’re rising stars or big shots in the design industry, important figures in the fashion world, or Camille’s important clients. So, Miss Acacia, which one are you?” “I…” Acacia blushed, as if she’d been slapped. All eyes turned to her and Thaddeus. “Neither you nor Mr. Thaddeus belong here, so it’s quite a feat that you made it.” Evadne smirked. Acacia, fuming, stepped up to her. “Everyone here knows who Thaddeus is. Do you think Ms. Camille would turn down the president of the Abernathy group?!” “Fair point.” Evadne nodded. “Hmph, all talk, no action. Who are you? A VIP? A fashion guru?!” “Neither.” “What good is your flashy getup? You’re a caregiver from the countryside who just got lucky, what right do you have to be here?!” Acacia could only attack her background. After all, she was genuinely scared that this woman would whip out a marriage license, and she’d be forced to admit she was the mistress in public! “Acacia, enough!” Thaddeus frowned, his tone icy. Everyone’s gaze shifted back to Evadne, who remained composed. This lady, with such a remarkable aura, was really a caregiver from the countryside? There wasn’t a hint of rusticity about her; she was all fashion! But, if that was true, how did she score an invite? “Thad, I want to respect her, but Ms. Ilana clearly has it in for us. Besides, aren’t I just stating facts?” Acacia pouted, feeling rather smug. “Ms. Camille is here!” Someone shouted, breaking the awkward silence.

Down the spiral staircase came a tall, slim lady in a Rozabe early fall couture pink outfit, with her hair styled in the latest trend, and her eyes haughty as she descended. Her haughty expression changed instantly when she saw Evadne. She rushed over to Evadne, all smiles, and exclaimed warmly, “Master! How come you didn’t let me know you were coming?!”