His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 446

The match time was up; the air thrummed with anticipation and the roar of eager crowds as the

jockeys, astride their magnificent steeds, made a glittering entrance into the arena.

Amidst a shower of roses and the thunder of applause, the jockeys stood tall and proud, warriors each

and every one.

The announcer’s voice boomed with excitement as he introduced each competitor and their gallant

horses. All eyes were on the track, home fans cheering for their favorites. But there were a few who, in

silence, awaited the arrival of a particular beauty.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen.”

The announcer’s voice hitched as he scanned his notes, causing a hush to sweep over the crowd.

“Please welcome the daughter of Chairman Emeric Ashbourne, the daughter of the Ashbourne family,

Ms. Evadne Ashbourne!”

The crowd erupted in astonishment. Good heavens, the Ashbourne family’s daughter competing in the

flesh? Could she truly be such an equestrian force?

Jewelry designer Alea, hotel magnate, fashion designer Haron, illustrious doctor Dr. Eve and now, a

jockey too. What other surprises did she harbor, unknown to the world?

Yet, some onlookers couldn’t help their envious comments.

“Can’t that big–shot corporation afford a professional jockey? Why send the family gem to rough it up?

Talk about cheap thrills.”

“Seriously, the racetrack is so dusty and grimy. If it were me, I would never agree to step in there.”

“And horses, they’re beasts after all. What if one goes berserk and she gets thrown or trampled?

Seems the Ashbourne lady will stop at nothing for a bit of the limelight.”

Evadne, clad in a striking black and white riding ensemble, gracefully led her horse Wind into the

arena.

The spectators were spellbound, even the naysayers fell silent for she was a vision of beauty.

Bland riding attire was often demanding of one’s figure; not any woman could embody its uniqueness,

yet all those concerns and defects seemed dissolved in front of her impeccable body.

Her clear eyes and bright smile, her statuesque form, all radiated a fierce, sun–like brilliance.

Seeing his woman entering the arena, Thaddeus couldn’t help but rush to the forefront, gripping the

railing with white–knuckled intensity, his eyes fixed on the breathtaking Evadne.

“Evadne,” he whispered her name, his voice thick with an emotion that almost brought him to tears.

Edith observed his longing gaze, scoffed, and drowned her irritation in a hefty swig of bourbon.

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Stare all he wanted. Maybe later he’d miss this time for the rest of his life.

Frederic, noting his usually haughty son now smitten in the presence of the Ashbourne daughter, felt a

stormy scowl crease his forehead. Not wanting to cause a scene, he redirected his frustration at

Glynnis, “Where is your mom? The race is about to start. At such a crucial moment, everyone is here

but her. Where has she disappeared to?”

Glynnis, feeling wronged, blurted out, “How should I know? She’s your wife. You ought to know her

whereabouts, shouldn’t you?”

Frederic’s brows furrowed tight. It was odd, indeed. Elspeth had been acting secretive lately, especially

around this horse show. She used to cling to him relentlessly, and now she seemed to keep her

distance, as if plotting something clandestine.

“Dennis.”

“Yes, Mr. Abernathy,” Dennis promptly approached.

“Go find my wife. And when you do, tell her to come back immediately.”

Dennis nodded and left swiftly.

Glynnis’s heart skipped a beat; she worried that Elspeth might be conducting a covert rendezvous with

Victor at the track, exchanging some illicit potion, which drenched herself in cold sweat for dread.

Cursing her loose lips, she quickly texted her mother a warning.

[Mom! Dad’s sent someone to find you. Be careful!]

Meanwhile, Jareth, seeing Evadne make her entrance, couldn’t help but play the role of the spirited

cheerleader amidst the male jockeys, “Woohoo! Go Evadne, you look smashing! Charge ahead!”

Marilla aside didn’t show a hint of annoyance. Instead, her eyes, as clear as stars, sparkled with

excitement and her fists clenched in anticipation.

While the Fairhaven family looked on with disapproval. What could they do about this whirlwind of a

man? They pretended not to know him.

“What’s with all the ‘woohoo‘, acting like a baboon?” Thaddeus roasted in a jealous tone as he shot him

a cold glance, “Just stay quiet.

Only you know how to speak?”

“Come off it, I’m just being a passionate spectator. If Marilla were racing, I’d leap from here and sprint

alongside her, cheering her on without a care in the world!”

Thaddeus sneered at his words, unconvinced. Aren’t you already like that?

“You’re just too uptight, man.” Jareth clapped him on the back, “I know exactly what you’re thinking.

You’re more anxious and worried for Evadne than anyone here. You should shout it out like I do! How

else will she know?”

“I’m not as ostentatious as you. Besides, who says I won’t show it?” A tremor passed through

Thaddeus’s long lashes, his voice a husky whisper, “Oh, ill show it when we get home.”

Raising his eyebrow, Jareth smirked knowingly, “Spicy taste, I get it!”

Thaddeus had always been the stoic type, seemingly above worldly desires. Now, with love igniting his

passions, he was a whole new

man.

There’s no such thing as being unromantic; it’s just a matter of meeting the right person.

The bigwigs watched as their horses lined up on the track, poised for the race. Their eyes shone with

nervous anticipation. Only William and his son remained calm, watching the proceedings with detached

amusement.

Ford raised his binoculars toward Evadne, positioned at gate five. His gaze wandered greedily over

her, lingering on her shapely legs hugged by tight jodhpurs. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his tongue

traced his upper lip.

He hadn’t expected such a wild, unrestrained side to the sheltered Ms. Ashbourne. She was exactly his

type. Once the race was over, he resolved to persuade his father to approach the Ashbourne family

with a marriage proposal.

Myra watched William and his son intently, noting how Ford’s gaze seemed fixated on Evadne. She

couldn’t help but feel a drum of anxiety in her chest and whispered to Cassius, “That man from the

Morris family…he seems quite taken with Evadne, doesn’t he?”

Cassius’s expression darkened upon hearing it, “You noticed too?” He had seen it before – the old

man’s intentions were as clear as day! “What do we do? I’m getting worried.”

Myra’s elegant brows furrowed with concern, “Williams and his son are one of the top financial

powerhouses in their country. Emeric mentioned them before, saying that if we wanted to expand our

business here, we’d have to deal with their family eventually. What if that Junior Morris takes a fancy to

Evadne and uses a business collaboration as a bargaining chip, proposing marriage to Emeric in

exchange for her hand. What then?!”

Brows furrowed, Cassius thought for a moment, his voice warm but firm, “That won’t happen. Junior

Morris is nearly forty, a whole ten years older than Evadne – it’s not a suitable match. Besides, they’re

from another country and Debby is already married abroad. Dad would never agree to send Evadne so

far away from her family.”

“Even so, Emeric is keen on breaking up Evadne and Mr. Abernathy. He might change his mind, who

knows?” Myra’s heart was still

uneasy.

“Even though Dad disapproves of Thaddeus, he would never trade his daughter’s happiness for

personal gain,” Cassius asserted, though his face betrayed his concern.

Meanwhile, Emeric was using his binoculars to admire his daughter’s grace, instructing Mr. Dylan to

record the event and asking the officials to take more pictures of her.

Evadne’s gaze was piercing as she focused ahead. Her seemingly delicate figure was charged with an

immeasurable explosive force.

The male jockeys sneered at her, thinking, “This pampered little miss – just don’t cry when you lose.”

At the signal, every rider leaned forward.

“Come on, Wind!” Evadne tensed, regulating her breath. Then, with a deafening gunshot, fourteen

horses burst forth like arrows released from a bow. Wind was the fastest off the mark, showing

incredible power!

The crowd went wild, cheers drowning out one another!

Thaddeus watched as Evadne took off like a fire on the wind, his heart pounding and blood boiling with

anticipation.

You got this, Evadne. You will succeed. Go for it!

‘Go!”

Evadne’s clear voice cut through the rushing wind, and Wind surged like lightning. She could feel the

air’s resistance pressing against her. But this was no place for the weak–every horse was a contender.

Although Wind was in the lead and no matter how skillful Evadne harnessed it, the advantage wasn’t

clear due to its build compared to the other thoroughbreds. Soon enough, a rider overtook her.

“Ahahaha, well done!” Barry, ecstatic, banged his cane on the ground, “Did you see it? Our Thunder is

taking the lead!”

While Gary, seeking to ingratiate himself, exclaimed, “Your choice of Thunder back then was spot on!”

Jareth sneered, “Ass–kisser.”

Avery, adjusting his glasses, taunted, “We’re just warming up, Mr. Fairhaven. It’s still far too early to

make conclusions. Celebrating now might be premature.”

“I know you hope Ms. Ashbourne to be the winner, Mr. Chambers. After all, she’s the woman you love.”

Gary had long been disgruntled about Avery; he couldn’t resist taking a jab at him whenever there was

a chance, “But sometimes things can’t be forcibly done. Just like when your crush loves someone else,

or when the horse you bet on is doomed to lose. If you have to ask the reason, it’s evidently because of

the genetics. Thunder looks stronger, and in the face of absolute strength, everything else is just a

show.”

Just a few remarks would suffice not just to ridicule Avery bloodily, but to insinuate other three families‘

incompetence.

Avery’s lips tightly pressed, his eyes reddened with a tinge of merciless algidity, while Thaddeus

observed indifferently; he surely hoped Evadne would win, but he had to admit Gary’s point.

“This uncle of mine is nothing but a dirty dog, but he’s got a point about what he just said,” Jareth,

leaning on the railing, reveled in Avery’s lividness, “Check this out! It’s so funny to see that jerk’s face.

The wicked has been ground down.”

“Jerk? Who?” Thaddeus’s brow furrowed.

“Of course it’s Avery. Who else can it be? He’s a angelic bitch who pretends being either innocent or

pitiful. Gross! Acting like he’s pure angel, bah! What a low creature!” Jareth spat furiously, barely

holding himself back the impulse to punch Avery and shatter his disgustingly polished glasses.

Though without any reply, Thaddeus reckoned what he said described Avery perfectly.

As the race entered the second lap, the gap widened. Thunder from the Fairhaven family was leading,

followed closely by Wind, with the Abernathy Group’s Dragon breathing down their necks.

When a burly rider from the Fairhaven family passed Evadne, he whistled and jeered at her. Evadne,

insulted, vowed to win this race or never ride again.

Determined, she urged Wind on, trailing close behind the leaders. The main pack was far behind; it

was now a three–horse race.

Below, Edith watched Evadne closely, her gaze fixed on Wind’s legs. A sinister smile crept across her

face.