Chapter 373

The cocktail party was set once again at the Abernathy Hotel. Following a series of business meetings, the tycoons and elites of Elmsworth flocked here to continue their social engagements.

Evadne, behind the wheel of her sleek black Bugatti, zoomed through the city with Chasel, her passenger, clutching the door in a death grip, staring fixedly ahead, not daring to utter a single word.

He feared if he did, he’d probably hurl out his dinner from last night!

Upon reaching the hotel finally, Evadne executed a swift, smooth drift that brought the car to a stop in the parking space.

“Out,” Evadne, unfastening her seatbelt.

Chasel remained motionless, pale as a ghost.

Evadne blinked her almond–shaped eyes, waving a hand in front of him, “Hey, what’s happening? You’re not moving.”

“I feel sick.” Chasel’s face turning a sickly shade of white.

Evadne yelped, promptly kicking him out, “If you’re going to puke, do it outside! Not in my car!”

The moment the car door opened, Chasel did exactly that.

For a man of his high birth and noble upbringing, it was the first time he’d ever thrown up in such an undignified manner.

Fortunately, Cassius wasn’t around, or else he would’ve wished he were dead.

After emptying his stomach, Chasel weakly clung onto the car door, panting heavily as he glared at Evadne, “Are all of you Ashbournes mad? Driving cars like they’re airplanes!”

“You’re a grown man and you get carsick?”

Evadne crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head in disbelief, “My driving skills are on par with a race car driver, smooth as can be. If you can’t handle it, it’s clearly your problem.”

With that, she handed him a bottle of water, showing a bit of consideration.

Chasel rinsed his mouth, slowly regaining his composure.

“Hey, don’t forget what you promised me.”

“I remember.”

Evadne looked at him with a faint smile, “You cure Thaddeus, and I’ll introduce you to Dr. Eve. I keep my word.”

If only Chasel knew, the beautiful woman who had been ragging on him was his idol, Dr. Eve, he might have a few choice words to say about that, and possibly feel a bit short–changed.

Just then, a sleek black Bentley glided past them.

Evadne recognized the license plate; it was vaguely familiar.

The Bentley came to a stop not too far off, the driver stepping out to open the door.

Out of the car stepped two people Evadne knew all too well–Het Uncle Bevis Ashbourne and her scheming cousin, Dolores Ashbourne.

“Dad, how do I look tonight?” Dolores asked Bevis eagerly.

She was wearing a one–shoulder pink evening gown, holding a silver clutch adorned with diamonds. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her look like a wealthy heiress.

But Evadne could tell, the dress Dolores was wearing was a knockoff.

Because that brand would never lend an original dress to someone like Dolores, who had neither the social standing nor the commercial value. That would be like damaging their own reputation.

“Looking fabulous! You’re as beautiful as a flower! You’ll definitely be the center of attention tonight!” Bevis showered his daughter with praise.

even entered the event,

important. What’s important is if Mr. Abernathy

heard Dolores‘ words loud and clear, her eyebrows

looked at Dolores, her prétentious demeanor making

just be yourself, be considerate of Mr. Abernathy,

that slattern, Evadne. You need to have confidence. You’re no worse than Evadne. You just lack a bit

to their self–serving speeches, her cool face betraying

stared in amazement as Bevis and Dolores left the

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

it earlier, but it’s not exactly a secret.” Evadne responded,

you’re quite the exemplary

way to cure your ex–husband’s illness? Is this a case of

just want to clear my conscience.

started walking towards the

in her early twenties, she carried herself with the strength of a blade that

help but crack a smile, “Evadne, you’re

acquaintances on the way, leaving Dolores to make her way to the

to the entrance with an air of arrogance, handing over her

Ashbourne, please come

“Thank you.”

long hair and was about to step in, she heard the confident click of high

in surprise, her pupils

Chasel were strolling towards the banquet hall side

her teeth,

a sudden? There was no

an international

expect to see you here!” Dolores‘ expression shifted in an instant,

daughter in the parking lot

return home. The relationships within these wealthy

about me being here? You’re here. Why can’t I be?” Evadne didn’t look at her, her red lips curling into a smirk, her aura

low–key, sis. You never attend these

well you better get

narrowed slightly, her gaze towards Dolores intriguing, “From now on, I’ll be appearing in public more often. I expect we’ll be seeing each other quite a bit.” Dolores forced an awkward smile. Inside, she was seething

you please show your invitation?” A staff member

any invitation.” Evadne admitted

“Pfft!”

you been out of the loop for so long that you forgot you

sorry miss, but without an invitation, you can’t

Evadne said simply, her eyes

a shockwave, leaving the two staff members

Evadne might have

since she had caused quite a stir in Elmsworth, her name alone was enough to make an impact. She no longer needed to

with Mr. Abernathy. It was an oversight on

invitation, I understand that I can’t go in. Could you please let him know I’m here?” “No need!

This is Mr. Bright, my friend. May we enter

course! Please,

were respectfully led into the banquet

left alone, her face red with anger,

had always been this way. No matter when, no matter where, no matter how hard she tried, as soon as Evadne showed up, all of her

Jareth were heading

doing at your place?” Thaddeus asked, his face emotionless but his heart worried for

planning to take her for a vacation after I finish up

future at the mention of Marilla, “I’ve found a psychologist who can help

trauma? What trauma?” Thaddeus stopped, asking

me about it. She thinks Marilla must have endured some psychological trauma in the past. I suspect it has something to do with that awful Glynnis. -After all, Marilla was always bullied by that witch

it doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve taken my revenge for Marilla. If Glynnis ever tries to hurt my woman again, I’ll pluck

do something to Glynnis?” Thaddeus

“Why? Are you worried?”

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