His Ex-Wife is A Billionaire - Season 2 Episode 50

She remembered the unsettling words Evadne had said to her. Anxiously biting her nails, she was pacing around the hospital room. “I can’t keep going like this! Evadne is now one of the Ashbourne group, and she’s a sneaky one. She already knows about my business overseas, I bet she’ll find out more any minute now!” She couldn’t just sit around waiting for the axe to fall; she had to do something! So Acacia dialed George’s number nervously. The phone rang for ages before it was picked up, and a man’s voice came through, “What the hell do you want calling me in the middle of the night?” “George! Evadne is onto me and she might soon find out about you and me!” Acacia’s eyes were red-rimmed, her voice h oa rse, “You have to get out of Elmsworth ASAP!” “Are you trying to ditch me? Listen, if I don’t get my money, I ain’t letting go.” The man said on the other side. “If Evadne finds out about us, then my marriage to Thaddeus will be screwed! And you won’t be getting even a dime!”, Acacia snapped back at him. “Alright, alright, I believe you. But no playing games with me, or else…” “I promise you won’t lose a penny! To avoid any more trouble, we better lay low for a while!” With that, Acacia hung up the phone. But her hand was still shaking slightly. She tried to calm herself down and then dialed her mother Una. “Mom, can you come to the hospital right now? I have something really important to discuss with you!” Meanwhile, George’s phone, which was in Evadne’s hands, now switched off. George had been locked up in the basement of the Black Room for days. He was being watched and got no chance of escape. However, he was feeling grateful to Evadne for letting him sit on a chair instead of hanging him upside down. If that continued, he might die from a brain hemorrhage. “You’re doing great. Your acting is really

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coming along.” Evadne said that while handing the phone to Jason and raising an eyebrow sarcastically.

“Miss, I am happy to serve…” George said with a pale face. He seemed scared. His hands were badly injured and he didn’t want any more injuries. “Acacia’s birthday is in a few days.” Evadne sat leisurely on a chair, crossing her legs elegantly. “At that time, I need you to put on a show for us. If you do well, I’ll reduce your charges and send you to jail for some rehab. If not, I’ll make your charges even heavier and send you straight to hell.” “I understand… I understand… I’ll follow your orders!” George was sweating profusely and kept nodding. Evadne smiled and said, “I heard you’re only eating two slices of bread a day? How can you keep going like this? Jason, bring him some food.” “Yes, Ms. Evadne.” Jason soon brought a plate of food to George. On the plate were two sandwiches, a roast chicken, and even a bottle of beer! George’s face showed his hunger after eating cold bread only for days. His eyes were fixed on the roast chicken, and his tears and saliva were flowing down at the same time. “Eat up, it’s from Ms. Evadne.” Jason placed the plate in front of George like he was feeding a dog. George swallowed, looking at Evadne with tears in his eyes, “Ms. Evadne… Is this… is this my last meal?” After leaving the Black Room, Evadne stretched herself lazily. “Let’s go home.” She said. “Ms. Evadne, why did you prepare food for that man?” Jason’s eyes reddened as he remembered what had happened that night, “That cold-hearted man only cares about his own benefits. We should just let him eat the mud!” “We need George’s help to take down Acacia.”

Evadne yawned, “He must hate Acacia after suffering here for so long. And he should hate me more. But if I show him a bit of kindness when he’s about to break, he’ll be grateful to me and project all his hatred onto Acacia. Then he will do everything he can to take revenge on Acacia.” “You have a point!” Jason couldn’t help but admire. But then he scoffed, “I can’t wait to see them hurt each other!” One week later. After inspecting the restaurant, Evadne returned to her office with satisfaction. She decided to reward herself with a few games. In the half a year since she took over the hotel, business had been booming. Not only did they not lose any stars in the rating, but they also won the “Most Popular Hotel of the Year”. But that’s not enough. What she wanted was the “Best Hotel of the Year” award for five consecutive years! Now that Evadne was here, it was time for the Ashbourne Group to have some good luck. Evadne had been interviewed by three well-known domestic media outlets these days. Jason never thought that Ms. Evadne would appear on camera: it’s not her style. But Evadne had her reasons. 14.4 She knew that if she wanted to be the president of the K Group, just being Emeric’s daughter wouldn’t be enough. She had to step out from behind the scenes and show everyone in the Group what she’s capable of. Emeric gave her the opportunity to manage the hotel, and she was going to make the most of it! Now, having won in the game again, she was about to ask Jason to get her some coffee when she remembered that she had sent him on an errand. A week had pa**ed. Acacia’s birthday party was in two days but Jason still hadn’t returned. Evadne chuckled, shutting her eyes as her delicate fingers tapped the tabletop. She never made a wrong prediction so she had ample patience to wait.

Then, the phone rang. Evadne saw it was her sweetheart, Camille, calling. She answered it with a beaming smile. “Camille, got any good news to share?” Camille had stowed away her usual chic style and haughty stance. Instead, she sounded warm and friendly, her voice a soft chirp, “Evadne, I’ve prepared some homemade pastries and top-notch coffee for you. Do you have time to come over? I’d like to thank you.” “Haha, I bet the new season’s designs from Rozabe are out and you want me to come take a look, right?” Evadne saw right through her. “Ah, you got me.” Camille feigned annoyance. “Camille, your design skills are already top-notch. You don’t need my guidance anymore. You’re a role model to countless up-and-coming designers and a leader in the fashion world.” Evadne offered her an earnest pep talk, “Just follow your instincts. If I comment too much, it might cloud your own style. Be confident, Camille!” “Thank you… I’ll never forget this. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you.” Camille remained as humble as ever. In her heart, Evadne was her forever idol! “Actually, Evadne, there’s something else I need to tell you. But I’m afraid it might upset you.” Camille hesitated, then gritted her teeth and blurted out, “An hour ago, that woman Acacia came to borrow a dress again. She had her eye on the silver one-shoulder dress in my studio. She’s got some nerve!” “Did you lend it to her?” Evadne asked calmly. “I did… and that’s why I’m apologizing…” Camille murmured. “I know you well. Just like me, you have your reasons for everything.” Evadne replied without a hint of reproach. “The dress she borrowed, even though it’s a custom design, it’s last year’s style. Plus, the bust and waist size are totally not her fit. But she insists on wearing it!* Camille gave a cold remark, “I told her each of my custom designs is precious and unique. She

borrow it, but if she dares to alter it, even with a safety pin, she’ll have to pay five times the price!” “Do you think there’ll be problems if she wears such an ill-fitting dress?” Evadne asked, sounding unconcerned. “If something happens, that’s her problem, not mine. The one who’ll be embarra**ed is Acacia, right?”