<b>Chapter </b><b>312 </b>
Debby’s return was a delightful surprise for the Ashbourne family!
As Debby’s biological mother, Suri was the mostposed and dignified of the threedies of the household. Over the years, few had ever seen her shed a tear. Seeing her daughter, she managed to keep her emotions in check, her eyes merely welling up.
But her stepmothers, Myra and Aviana, were far more emotional. They threw their arms around Debby, weeping uncontrobly. One might have mistaken Suri for the stepmother!
“Alright, alright! Have you two had enough?”
Emeric stood by, his handsome face twisted inint, <b>“</b>It’s my turn now!”
Everyone was speechless.
Reluctantly, Myra and Aviana let go.
Without missing a beat, Emeric rushed forward, embracing Debby tightly, crying even harder than the women, “Oh, my daughter! I’ve missed you so much! I thought you’d forgotten about me after getting married. You never came home to visit! You ungrateful girl!”
They were all speechless.
Seeing Emeric making a scene, Evadne, his other daughter, <b>was </b>mortified.
Thankfully, they were all family in the living room.
“Well, at least he didn’t embarrass us in public<b>,</b><b>” </b>she thought, relieved.
“Dad, I never forgot about you. I’m here to see you now, aren’t I?”
Debby soothed her father, patting his back gently, “Darcy has been really busy recently. I’ve been helping with the election campaign. I only told him I wasing home after I boarded the ne. Dad, I’m not ungrateful. I’ve always been thinking of you. Don’t be angry, okay? I brought you a set of fine bone china. You’ll love it.” Everyone watched her, feeling sympathy for her.
Years ago, she had gone against her father’s wishes and married Darcy, a congressman who was ten years her senior. She had moved to a foreignnd for love, seeing her family less often.
Little did they know, the Ashbourne’s daughter would shine brightly in another country. Aside from the Queen, she was the second most admired woman in Helgen, voted by the public.
Such a high social status was something even Evadne couldn’t match. It made her proud to have such an aplished and influential sister.
“Where’s the gift? Where is it?” Emeric finally managed to hold back his tears, his curiosity piqued.
He was just like a child who stopped throwing a tantrum after being given <b>a </b>loll*pop!
“I met your secretary when I arrived. I’ve already given him the gift, along with the jewelry for Myra.”
As she spoke, Debby looked at Myra gently, “Happy birthday, Myra.”
“The fact that you’re here is the best gift, Debby.” Myra’s eyes welled up again. She was always so emotional.
“What about your husband? Didn’t he send anything?” Emeric raised an eyebrow, still not satisfied.
“Emeric, that’s enough.”
Evadne rolled her eyes at her father’s insatiable curiosity. “You’ve got enough antiques and collectibles to start a museum. You won’t take them with What’s the point of having so many?”
“Hmph, you’re young! You don’t understand!” Emeric retorted, pouting.
Evadne justughed, “You’re just greedy. If we were in ancient times, you’d be a corrupt official.”
“And what would you be?”
Evadne lifted her chin proudly, “I’d be Samuel Johnson, the famous critic and moralist, always keeping the corrupt in check!”
Everyone in the roomughed.
“Hey, wasn’t our brother supposed to be here by now? What’s taking him so long?” Evadne asked.
Cassius checked his watch, “I’ll give him a <b>call</b>.<b>” </b>
Meanwhile, just a few hundred meters away from the Hotel.
Camille was driving her pink Ferrari, talking on the phone via Bluetooth, waiting for the traffic light to change.
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“Get me the design for the Paris Fashion Week showcase ASAP. If there’s any more nonsense, <b>I </b>will officially cut ties with them! If they ever want to hold a show in Elmsworth in the future, don’t me me for being ruthless and tripping them up!”
The light changed to green, and Camille, still fuming, floored the elerator.
Her Ferrari shot <b>out </b>like a pink bolt of lightning.
Just then, a <b>discreet </b>Mercedes <b>E</b>–<b>ss </b>came speeding from the opposite direction. Both of them were turning, one left, the other right, and both were going too fast<b>! </b>
“Ah! God!”
Camille was distracted by her phone call and didn’t notice <b>the </b>ck sedan. She mmed on the brakes, sparks flying from the tires as they skidded on the asphalt‘
The Mercedes driver also realized the danger and mmed <b>on </b>his brakes as well. The screeching sound was ear–piercing!
Then there was a crash<b>! </b>
<b>Camille’s </b>b*dy jerked violently <b>in </b>the car as the airbags deployed, hitting her right in the face!
Luckily, the windshield only shattered, <b>not </b>exploded. Otherwise, <b>she </b>might have been disfigured!
<b>“</b><b>Damn</b><b>! </b>I must have had some bad luck today.”
Camille opened the car door<b>, </b>rubbing her <b>n*eck</b>, her face twisted <b>with </b>anger as she got <b>out </b><b>of </b>the car
Her limited–edition pink Ferrari was now a wreck!
“Oh! My little pink! Damn it!” Camille’s carefully styled hair was messed up, but she didn’t care, she was too upset about her car!
The Mercedes was also in a sorry state, its hood lifted and engine smoking.
Arnold stepped out of the car, coughing from the smoke.
“Hey! Can’t you drive? You saw my caring and you still drove right into it. Ah?”
Camille was about to explode with anger, knowing she was going to bete for the birthday dinner and her car was totaled.
But the sight of Arnold’s handsome face and tall, dashing figure under his sleek ck suit stopped her in her tracks. Her fan–girl syndrome kicked in, her mouth hung open, and her eyes sparkled as she stared at him.
Thick eyebrows, big eyes, high nose, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a perky butt!
He was a masterpiece! A real masterpiece!
Camille watched as Arnold walked towards her, her heart pounding in her chest.
Wait a minute!
Why did him seem so familiar? As if she had seen him somewhere before.
“Miss, 1 can drive.”
Arnold rubbed his slightly sore n*eck, his handsome eyebrows furrowing in frustration, “Even though I can drive, I can’t stop people from rushing to hit my car. You are going so fast, were you in a hurry to reincarnate or something?”
“You! Who rushed to hit you? It was you who hit me, all right?”
Camille was so angry that her eyes bulged out, her sharp high heels stomping hard on the ground. “And why are you driving a ck sedan in the middle of the night? It scared the hell out of me!”
Arnold’s eyebrows furrowed even more, his eyes filled with mockery, “Hmm, whichw in <b>our </b>country states that you can’t drive at night? But thew does state that you can’t use your phone or wear high heels while driving.”
Camille’s petite feet, d in high heels<b>, </b>curled in embarrassment.
“But, but you crossed the solid line when you turned. You’re fully responsible!”
“Whether I’m responsible or not, that’s for the police to decide. But I don’t have time to call the police now. You call them. I’m in <b>a </b>hurry.”
Saying this, Arnold took out his wallet, pulled out a business card, and handed it to her. “This has my phone number and office address on it. Let me know the oue<b>, </b>and do what needs to be done.”
“You! What kind of attitude is this? Do you think you can <b>just </b>leave a big mess for me to clean up? I’m in a hurry too!”
Camille was <b>very </b>dissatisfied with Arnold’s domineering and irresponsible attitude, and she angrily threw his business card back at him. “Who are you trying to fool with a lousy business card? Who knows if you’re just a well–dressed swindler?<b>” </b>
“Swindler?<b>” </b>
Arnoldughed at her outburst, finding this oddly coiffed woman both annoying and unreasonable. “I’m a swindler<b>? </b>If I am, then there are no good people left in this world. I’m leaving.”
Camille was so angry her eyes were red, and she grabbed hold of Arnold’s arm. “I don’t care! You’ve ruined my brand new pink car that I just bought this month, you have to be responsible<b>!</b><b>” </b>
“Oh, you should’ve said so earlier.”
Arnold, who was in a hurry to attend a banquet, had no patience to argue with her. So he pulled out a bank card from his wallet, held it between his fingers, and casually handed it to her. “Here, use this to fix your car. There’s no password.”
Camille stared at the bank card, her chest filling with rage. She felt utterly humiliated!
“Dude, my car is a limited–edition pink Ferrari, and now it’s wrecked because of you. You want me to use your money to fix <b>it</b><b>? </b>What are you thinking?”
“Oh, then just use the money to buy a new one. That should be enough.”
Arnold was a man who valued time highly. Nothing could dy his ns, especially when it involved family matters.
So, his eyes turned cold as he painstakingly removed Camille’s fingers from his arm, then suddenly pulled away.
As Arnold was about to turn around, he suddenly felt <b>a </b>hitch in his breath!
Camille had grabbed hold of his deep blue tie, wrapped it around her fingers, bit down hard, and yanked!
Their bodies suddenly came close, their noses almost touching.
Arnold’s pupils constricted, his breath deepened, mixing with the hot breath that Camille was exhaling onto his face.
Except for Evadne, he had never been this close to a woman in his thirty years <b>of </b>single life!
Beneath the woman’s fiery red dress, her heaving chest asionally grazed against his shirt.
His only option was to stare intently into her eyes<b>, </b>as if a monk had encountered a seductive subus, fearing that if his gaze moved half an inch lower, his thirty years of celibacy would be ruined.
“What are you doing?” Arnold’s voice was slightly hoarse.
Camille snorted <b>coldly</b>, and from somewhere she also pulled out a bank card, held it between her slender fingers, and pped Arnold’s slightly flushed cheek <b>with </b><b>it</b>.
“I also have plenty of money, enough to take care of you until retirement, you little punk<b>!</b><b>” </b>
Arnold’s clear eyes suddenly widened, and somehow, his heart rate was thrown off bnce, his mind going nk for a moment
“Don’t think you’re something just because you have some d*rty money. My master is a billionaire’s daughter and an internationally renowned designer She’s filthy rich. I’ve never seen her <b>show </b>off like you<b>!</b><b>” </b>
Arnold was taken aback.
Why did that sound <b>so </b>familiar<b>? </b>
As soon as she finished speaking, Camille threw the bank card onto his leather shoes, proudly lifted her cute little chin, and briskly walked back to her car. She drove off in her damaged Ferrari, leaving Arnold behind.
Arnold watched as the pink sports car gradually disappeared into the night, standing still for a moment before a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Pink, such poor taste.”