His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 443

Chapter 443 

The favoritism was as clear as day, an unapologetic display of partiality. 

It was glaringly obvious that Evadne was the apple of Thaddeus’s eye. Edith? She might as well have been a ghost. 

Avery clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, his b*dy stiff with barely contained rage. 

Why was he always one step behind? 

Why was it that the spot by Evadne’s side was always occupied by that contemptible bastard? 

Ford’s smile turned grim, his expression darkening, but he maintained the polished facade of a gentleman. “You know, there’s a saying I’ve picked up in your country, ‘to cherish the fairer S**! Mr. Thaddeus, your tender care for Ms. Evadne truly marks you as a gentleman. Seems I’ve been too brash, not considering Ms. Evadne’s feelings. I shall penalize myself with a drink.” 

With that, Ford drained his glass. 

Thaddeus, his eyes deep and unfathomable, didn’t show any weakness as he too downed his drink in one go. 

Applause filled the room, dissipating the awkward tension. 

But Frederic’s face had turned stormy with anger. 

“Dad, what on earth is Thad thinking? It’s clear as day that President Morris has his sights set on Evadne. Isn’t he just asking for trouble by stepping in between them?” 

Glynnis couldn’t help but sneer from the sidelines, “To risk the big picture over a girl, Thad’s really not showing the steadiness expected of a CEO. 

Beauty has always spelled trouble from time immemorial, and that Evadne, she’s nothing but trouble.” 

“Why can’t you be more like Marilla, quiet and demure? What kind of aristocratic lady airs her family’s dirty laundry like you do?” Frederic reprimanded Glynnis sharply, silencing her immediately. 

At that moment, Evadne raised her glass again, her smile contagious, “Come on, everyone, let’s raise a toast to William and Mr. Ford’s esteemed presence! Cheers!” 

“Cheers!” 

Under the charm of Evadne’s radiant smile, the atmosphere lightened again, and everyone lifted their glasses to drink to the toast. 

Only Elspeth stood in the corner, gripping her glass so tightly, yet not daring to take a sip. 

“Hey, Elspeth, why aren’t you drinking?” 

Evadne suddenly turned her gaze towards a pale–faced Elspeth and said with a light, unbothered smile, “In such a joyful moment, and with such -distinguished guests, won’t you join us in celebration? Or perhaps, the million–dollar champagne provided by the Chambers Group doesn’t suit your 

taste?” 

Elspeth felt a tightness in her chest, her face frozen in an embarrassed smile, her eyes reddening with barely contained fury. 

All eyes turned to her, and indeed, her glass remained untouched. 

The Chambers family looked displeased, and Matthew gave Bertha a knowing look. The ever–loyal sister of the family sneered, “Elspeth, as the lady of the Abernathy Group, you must have had your fill of the finest spirits. It’s understandable that our humble offerings don’t appeal to you.” 

Knowing full well the animosity between her and the Chambers family, especially Bertha, who had tripped her up more times than she could count at social events, Elspeth braced herself for the onslaught. 

“I didn’t mean it that way, please don’t misunderstand. It’s just. I’m a lightweight when it comes to alcohol,” Elspeth managed to say, 

Before she could finish, Thaddeus cut in, “Elspeth, you’re too modest. At every family gathering, you’re always the life of the party with a drink in hand. There’s no need for restraint on such a celebratory occasion.” 

The room filled with murmurs and mixed expressions. 

So after all these years clawing her way up in the Abernathy family and finally securing her place, Elspeth still hadn’t won the approval of the Abernathy heir? One had to wonder if Thaddeus always addressed her in such a manner–if so, it was truly laughable! 

Elspeth was shaking, her heavy makeup struggling to hide the deep anger that seemed to weigh more than a poltergeist. 

Well, well, usually so tight–l*pped, now suddenly so eloquent when it mattered. 

Evadne’s eyes narrowed slightly, and as the others were distracted, she bumped the man beside her with her shoulder. 

A wave of her delicate fragrance drifted by, causing Thaddeus’s heart to flutter, his cheeks warming as he pursed his l*ps. 

Evadne caught the flush on his handsome face and stifled a giggle. 

Oh, what a bashful man he was. 

But this so–called bashful man, who held her in his arms late into the night, taking what he wanted with the fervor of a starved wolf, was anything but 

timid. 

“Elspeth, have just one drink, you don’t need to overdo it.” 

Frederic glanced at Elspeth, his gaze heavy with warning, “Don’t spoil everyone else’s fun.” 

Elspeth’s heart tightened, and with an arm as rigid as if it were nailed in place, she lifted her glass and emptied it. 

As she grimaced like she had swallowed poison, Glynnis secretly winced on her behalf. 

Avery watched the subtle interplay between Evadne and Thaddeus, sensing they were up to something he couldn’t quite grasp. 

Ford returned to his father’s side, his expression sullen. 

‘Son, have you taken a fancy to Alea?” William asked coolly. 

“Yes, I was smitten with Evadne at first sight,” Ford said, his gaze fixed on Evadne’s lovely features, his affection was straightforward 

Indeed, of all the distinguished ladies here, only Alea seems a match for you.” 

“The rest are mere jesters.” 

Ford thought of the woman who had attempted to wipe Thaddeus’s trousers and curled his l*p in disdain. 

“But my boy, you have quite the array of rivals.” 

William clapped Ford on the back with a half–smiling jest, “Man, Thaddeus and that young buck from the Chambers family are head over heels for Alea. It’s clear as day to anyone with eyes. And you? First time meeting her and you think you stand a chance?” 

“The Chambers? They don’t hold a candle to us. As for Thaddeus,” Ford snorted with disdain, “all polished up, he’s Mr. Abernathy, CEO of the Abernathy Group Strip away the shine, and he’s just a lapdog for the Abernathy family. Does he really think he’s got a lock on the heir’s seat at the Abernathy Group? If we decided to back someone else, we could yank him from that CEO chair in a heartbeat. I don’t buy it. When it comes down to love or power, he’ll pick power every time. True love? Heard of it, never seen it.” 

William grew serious, cautioning, “Even so, we should prioritize our interests. Our collaboration with the Abernathy Group is crucial right now. Try not to rock the boat, at least for the moment.” 

Ford nodded in resignation. “You’re right, as always. I’ll keep a cool head.” 

Elspeth, having been coerced into downing a stiff drink, felt the alcohol blaze a trail straight to her bladder, and the urge to visit the ladies‘ room hit her like a freight train. 

Excusing herself from Frederic, she left the table. Once out of sight, she hunched over, knees together, sprinting toward the restroom with urgency. 

The stalls were all occupied, and Elspeth trembled with the effort of holding it in, nearly hopping from foot to foot in desperation. 

Finally, a stall freed up. She dashed in but before she could lift her skirt, disaster struck, and she was left in a state of utter mortification. 

Now she waited, agonized and alone, until the restroom emptied before she cried out in frustration, pounding on the door. 

After her tantrum subsided, Elspeth calmed down and sat on the toilet, dialing Victor’s number. 

It rang for an eternity before he picked up, “Elspeth.” 

7 

“Dr. Victor. you promised you’d come to the races today with my medication, remember?” Her bloodshot eyes pleaded for confirmation. “You won’t break your word, will you? I’ll see you today, right?” 

-A laugh came from the other end, devoid of any warmth, mocking even. “Missing me, are you?” 

“Dr. Victor, Victor!” Elspeth’s voice broke, tears welling up. “I miss you. I’m going out of my mind missing you!” 

But what she missed more was the promise of relief his “miracle cure” held for her: 

“For the medicine,” she had cast aside all shame. 

“After the races, come alone to the rest area by track two. Everyone will be at track one by then, and I’ll wait for you there.“” 

Her response was an eager nod, her eyes shining with hope. “I’ll be there. I’ll definitely come to you!” 

After a thrilling opening ceremony, the races began in earnest. 

Two events at the annual horse racing gala always drew the most attention: 

First, the Parade of a Hundred Steeds. The elite showcased their wealth by parading their imported, high–priced horses. 

Magnificent thoroughbreds of rare lineage galloped across the track, a spectacular sight. 

Second, the races themselves. 

The betting stakes for this single event often soared to billions! 

Some bet on social standing, others aimed to win a fortune, while a few competed for glory alone, not for riches but to claim the crown. 

The four major families had brought their prized steeds, already waiting in the stables, ready to compete. 

“Emeric, how much are you betting on my Treasure today?” Jeff asked, peering through his binoculars at the track and nudging Emeric beside him. 

“Your Treasure? When are you going to get over that name?” 

Emeric frowned in distaste. “A fine horse reduced to such a fate by your whims. Just hearing that name, I wouldn’t bet on it. Sounds like a loser.” 

“Hey, hey, I’ve changed it! It’s not Treasure anymore, it’s Cyclone!” 

‘Cyclone? What, does it spin in place while the others race ahead?” Emeric couldn’t help but rib him. 

Jeff’s face fell as the surrounding families snickered. 

Eyadne had enough of Emeric’s sharp tongue, more toxic than herbicide. 

“You’re getting stingier with age, Emeric! You rag on me and won’t even place a friendly bet. What, we can’t be friends anymore?” Jeff pouted like an old grump. 

“Not betting. Winning or losing on my own horse, I’d be happy. Betting on someone else’s? I’d lose sleep. I’m petty like that.” 

Cassius stepped up then, smiling warmly. “Mr. Chambers, I’ll bet on your Cyclone. I believe in your horse. Just a modest personal bet to show my 

support, if you don’t mind.” 

“Dear Cassius, you’re too kind. Your faith in my Cyclone makes me happy!” 

But still, Jeff couldn’t help but probe, “How much you thinking of betting?” 

Cassius‘ eyes curved with a gentle smile, raising a slender finger.